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Dead, but when, a long time back.
Feebleminded with big fingers
and a good heart, she understood
soul of dove lobotomized
and shrieked.
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Fortini/Ferrarelli 59
The bus backs up on the wooden bridge.
It snows on the parapet, on the neck
of the woodcutter who’s entering the store. The rest
is tightly shut or seems so.
Surely that’s the Austrian cemetery up there
under the dripping firs, with the Blessed Virgin
dark blue in silver tears
and the bundles in costume
or in uniform most surely
under stones and irons.
But a beam from the power station
dazzles through the fog
cuts marble copper zinc.
Everything will reappear soon, they reassure you,
they will come to take everything away
by the end of April.
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But don=t you believe it no
it’s here that they’ll dig the hole here
that they’ll plant you the scoundrels.
Flee while you can running through the defoliated
[apple trees
virgin blockhead bad breath my cross-eyed maturity
my ancient unjustified unrecoverable creature seed of
[believer
of brief convulsion of negotiated despair
your mama’s sweet dumpling
small face riddled with holes photographed