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The city had a chalky
resistance which the
bleaks
mudded away in melon
look-out curves of rind and ridge
the famed stone
watchposts
peering into speckled
tumble of cookie jar
land
So March down Lookbehind
Path
and do not worry about following
or if they are or
would or why they would
the sheep the
farmers the half-there,
the look-out the bacteria
that float on your cornea
the fingernail clippings you left on
the windowsill
and the potential punishers of such
chaos
no matter where you look
there is everything to see
but General march me straight
on
spit if you go spit if
you don't
Snap sire attention
please
patrols have been muttering
anemonae visions in the
bunkers
and We are Concerned about
Morale
Corporal is chewing
up the asphodel
Sargents eyes turned
black like Ystwyth grit
they make their frozen
blankets
into
mudgreen airplanes
sail into the sea
and they will not fight
Peace as the bombs drop
shot in the chest
with the mouthfeel of
daisies
-Tay |
