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Sunday, April 12

Thaws

the biggest gun of them all
round translucent
a hovering shoreline circumnavigating
devoid of a settled feature though
consistent in its rupture

honored by us lest it destroys us
destroys its system
its children and dominion

even the mute turn their face to follow
where the barrel points
dumping charges and negatives
in every direction
a many headed hydra each mouth having many teeth

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