This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Gregory Betts A Hox Hoax
A Hox Hoax

it has all come beta gone alpha
a hoax supposed to be order wise
an epic vox reduced to a scramble of text
every story split every gene ripped
every plot dropped in the wrong spot rhythm stopped
expression itself a horcrux of talk
voice encoded by death and shock
AND letters rearranged treated text
irregular combed out sex deformed
of strong expression
only gaps touch each other
and leg mouth gasps and a 
mandible covered in echoes of cut text
an embryo of failure a deletion identity
imagine the opposite of a home box office
an animal domain outside evolution, involution
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