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If Bodies Have Voices

If bodies have voices

Wrapped in rags, flies all about you
Matted hair, vein-gnarled hands
gripping bundles & a cigarette

A man's strength locked in your jaw
Squint that narrows to the distant enemy we all are. Whirlwind voice,
pebbles for words, screams that claw
back into the throat

If bodies are to be held,
yours is falling
Walls and pavement,
sweat dirt garbage

Your home is where we
spit and squat,
where gears shift, motors grind
and fumes blossom above

 
 

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