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A Mountain of Israeli Corpses

You buy Zenith DVD players from garage sales I know it
I come clean with the verve of outfielders

We know diseases are scams and clouds laugh impossibly loud
and there doesn’t seem to be an option to napping in the sand

Watch the skies reflecting the blood and mist
watch the Jews with intestines on the street

laugh uncontrollably at the moon’s shadow on
a mountain of Israeli corpses