You Are Approaching Something Golden

Plow the fields with salt, may no seed sprout from whence
migrated offended ex-tenants.
You are approaching something golden like a plane crash or
off-grid casino, something
military buried underground. A wild burro and asbestos
insulation, bone dust.

Tetanus brothels, animatronic prospectors and hoop skirts
mesquite and sagebrush.
You are approaching something golden, you are approaching
a state of pure wealth,
You harvest the child’s blood to cure tuberculosis, you
faithless golden pilgrim.

Your silver spoon digs aqueducts. I’ve seen your kind
before. Dirty silver water charmer.

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