now again a brutal man
some mess of crouches
sharp words
facial wire spread beneath
skin
in the arches
shovelling in stray dogs
shoving into leaves, groundswell
seeking out undifferentiated filth
sucking in cigarette ends
eyes in there somewhere alive, cruel
hammers in April
clanging
for prey to draw near
enough to contaminate
with whatever cold pestilence
speaks of love
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All economic collapses eventually enjoy the benefits of recovery.
Powerful piece.
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