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Dark Trousseau
In the stillness of a feckless hum from a dark
trousseau and cold winds spilling ink in deep
quarters from my mind's obituary of Cynide's
dysentery coming in from the cold only to scalp
the womb of the sarcophagus and then crow
the parable of Twilight's anonymous listening
to the worms charm the barcode off my shelflife
fading into the compost of gluttonous souls
stirring the roux making glue for your father's
mustache and walking shoes in the stillness
of a feckless hum from a dark trousseau
trousseau and cold winds spilling ink in deep
quarters from my mind's obituary of Cynide's
dysentery coming in from the cold only to scalp
the womb of the sarcophagus and then crow
the parable of Twilight's anonymous listening
to the worms charm the barcode off my shelflife
fading into the compost of gluttonous souls
stirring the roux making glue for your father's
mustache and walking shoes in the stillness
of a feckless hum from a dark trousseau
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