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Will
Poems
May 30
Cease
The tiled sky
wrings its hands over us;
below the children swing,
back and forth,
back and forth;
there will be blood
soon;
simple, causeless
blood;
in our ears
and mouths
and under
our nails
and the children will
swing,
back and forth,
back and forth,
like a surgeon's needle,
like a heel grinding,
like myriad fingers
twisting in hell.
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