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They remember not to show mercy, but persecute the poor and needy, and even slay the broken in heart.

The broken-hearted fill the earth like krill;

we feed on them, mouths wide as enterprise—

or else why would the desperate buy and buy?

We feed them diabetes and send our bill.

We have the law and profits on our side;

the churches of the dream are telecast

on screens the size of football fields. The last

Mohican signed his ballpoint x and died.

But let us give ourselves to prayer. The Lord

forgive us these our little sins; be pleased

to overlook the great: our blaspheming

the Holy Ghost, the infinitely poor,

whose universe was sold for the spare parts.

She broods and mourns. We’re told it broke her heart.