Equal measure of planks in the mud, /hands cast in starry skies/ my neck raised, eyes still burning, / a lapse between sudden teardrops;/ liquid floods my retinas:/it’s about cells and wards,/ my insides turn on themselves: /clear memory of index fingers /rolled over on sheet, /palmprint inked,/ next ,demur to an armed guard,/ sallow , but tonight conversant./ Cries from the farm/ fall on ears of the hard of hearing./Eke out misery, show no mercy ,take no prisoners ,/bored and now frail. / a row of headlights beam on elevated cots/ moaning before daybeak
Tasks For A Small Mind
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