Flatland rodent mouse
quiet alone, forgotten
ever crush buried alive
the color of butter... card board toy
entire clan and family
a notional subterranean nation
destroyed
Aaron: pure,
cloaclical
blank bleached boy
fly-bothered eyelids weeping pound puppy
watch his spine erupt again down Big Jump Hill
the big tree towards the Bay
where the Vespas go to die
mockery like familiar glass
falling all around us
hum the strains and move along
quietly, in tune
learn to be silent
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