Hunting Swans

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In the future of glass

Blessed by an iron heel

We, the Panopticate

Holding mind over mind

Circle the inspection house:

Unnumbered souvenirs

Who remember hunting swans.

Reformed, preserved, invigorated, diffused.

Not cut, untied by an Algonaut

With a hundred eyes.

Forged by icebreakers,

Reading verse at public executions,

Dreaming of birds repopulating cities.

There can be no final solution.

There can be no highest number.