on a field like Columbine
now you're dumb I don't know why
bang bang tremor at the I for what is
as boring says/sayd he/she at the taable
tablets of demand the ten demandments
listen to this then one's unholy new fuckriff
watch this spread eat this evil
as though dead she lies as though
all the Dead were liars now lying alone
Woh, one needs to say, oh look
at the colours in the rain, festival boy, look
how they flood in marriage fornever
these portmanteau things clunk as leaden
hoofs/hoofs—on or of which, brother
clutch ghost-clutch in broad breadlight
clutch-ghost
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