This is from writing between the Greek lines in class and revising those lines in the "We are ten" exercise. I made one more revision that looks like this:
Inking Insignificance
We are eleven and building armored viruses
disguised as canoes.
We try all the keys,
yet they are primal as orbits.
We are Italian:
Our sauce far outstretching lava vomit tendencies.
Mullets tarry with our culture while
cacti nip at our water.
We are Supermen,
saving memories only of our motherland.
Multiple questions bellow past us-
dumb, conducive, urban.
Inferior as they are, they are liquid-
genius under beneficial patrons.
We attack altars while
moaning for Rome.
Musing many hates,
quieting flavors like numb lasers.
Squid inking the terrain,
mute and boldly revolting.
Insignias reign, the pious viruses
adhere to the labor of multiple impulses, whilst
tarantulas celebrate irately.
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