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The Unnatural Abhor a Vacuum
What Happens Now to Kristi Noem’s Warehouse Jails? - The Atlantic
With their chatelaine gone all those warehouses
Sheeted in corrugated iron under the summer sun
And encircled, festooned, with razor wire
Stand empty in the desert, waiting for – you?
Their industrial disassembly lines
Scientifically designed to rip away lives
And lest they rust away from neglect and disuse
There must be bodies to feed into them
Starving on thin soup from stainless steel bowls
And pity the guards – who are starving their own souls
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