and I'm not sure who          will piece me 
into some          semblance           of a person
Why gamble          for coin when a die 
roll can decide what rights          I keep, instead? 
America, darling          I fear I'm comforted 
that giant manta rays are just          vulnerable
and not endangered          I've thought too much 
about the anglerfish swimming
for the surface—          maybe she looks too much
like us          It could always be worse, you tell me 
Maybe I have the luxury          of my own bootstraps but 
America, too many          of those you say are dead 
to you do not          America, dear, imagine
escalation, resonance          watch us crash
until we bury you          with us