YOU'VE GOT THE EYES OF TIMOTHY MCVEIGH

You've got the eyes of Timothy McVeigh,
Piercingly blue in the kamikaze silence.
The hungry jaws of chairs and needles,
Belittled by the death of Oklahoma.

If you are the master of your fate and captain of your soul,
Then you pooped 33 years into 168 dead statements,
Your archaic demonstration of an archaic government,
Ended archaically at 8:14 AM.

You've got the eyes of Timothy McVeigh,
In blinding silence defiant to the end.
You bring me around the bend,
Tormenting me with whiplash in plastered nights forgotten.

You've got the eyes of Timothy McVeigh,
Wasted bloodlines exploded in the Midwestern night.
2 eyes for 336 eyes, 
Approximately 34 teeth for 5712 teeth.

The dawning of the new millennium wraps itself up with bloody hands.
And you've got the eyes of Timothy McVeigh,
Freed from the rotting stench of prison,
But locked forever in the service of absurdity.

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