Bending to circensian,
Circular competitions,
Which means, really, all of them—
Gladiators and weddings,
Juridical traditions,
Elections, executions—
Each individual joins
In the human condition
Who can manage submission.
It’s a double existence,
Or triple, triune, living
First as anything’s living,
Second as part of the games,
And third, pursuant to them,
As something of a person,
Teammate, kin, participant,
Someone burrowed in the folds
Of those stitched-together skins.
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