a love critique of economic collapse

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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