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Boned

21 Dec

the person declared
I’m never coming back, no,
not on the third try or the fourth…

bridges fractured…

what can be addressed
to bones?

someone said,
they saw him huddled, pinched,
and drawn — ghost-like

Grim hunted like
a vulture for the hyena’s leftovers

an unhallowed barking laughter

any chance
you knew the prey?

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2021 in Poetry

 

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