Hawthorne

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HAWTHORNE

Surely it wasn't the storm of dusty bones...........
the evanescent rose parading hematite growth
grown by the light of hermetically sealed tomes
under and within the canopy of fresh-aired domes

bitter colonists working at redrock through dim shadow
to be banished from the good star sphere                   is this earth?  if so (or if not), I'd like something more descriptive.
and marked in their aching minds
with acid gamma and dry, unpollinated aire                 ?

yet, this unshamed shame uncrossed and liberated
the new per annum tax code
the martian year: some six hundred and sixty fucking days
by tour of Sol

I was really enjoying this poem but the business about the tax code seems like a weak ending.  Maybe that should be at the beginning? or the title?  First two stanzas are very interesting, although I puzzled a bit about "gamma acid".