conjoined, sunder welkin
celerity in the boiling of eggs
they’ll go grey tomorrow
windowsill of bird boots,
questioning if this is shoeshine
or the bread line
breakfast rolls by on diesel
heading towards a coast
selling blurry-eyed waffles
moose body bag slumped
on the jaunt of an officer
whose hood is up down there
hedgegear cleaves a swath
expunging months in 13 minutes
spinning top scythes, death rolls over


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