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Epic Poem excerpt two
And the baobob and the jackpine might
nod in abeyance.
The city of square trees might ban yan
g rowth p otentate.
In the city of lost children, the reeds in oboes
are soggy and splintering.
A culvert they found, mold growing on bodies,
Obeah signs on the DoWling
A body drenched in kerosene, and lit
for the cause.
What crocuses for spring; what care for an imaginarium?
What a foufoura
for a drawn and so fourth dream?
What idea cannot be evicted; what brain cannot be emptied?
That it may leap to the next dream.
There’s a war on and its soldiers are soldered
on circuit boards. Tweet
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