A Philosophy of the Mail

There is no philosophy of the mail 
in this prison house 
fucking jail,
another body unseen, 
white outlined.

But here,
nothing is what in
folding seems.

For when mail is shot,
there are no detectives
to pick the scene -
or autopsies
performed by docs -
Why?
Just dock workers here,
masquerading in a package clear,
with floor
         too
         neat,
to which you might think, "a mailman's dream",
no it is a mailman's worst fear,
and that is the trick, or rather, all there is,
for no philosophy of the mail,
has ever been
posted.

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