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THE
DEVIL AND THE DEVIL
The
baby worries with an eight-day frown
as
if it has lived eighty years already,
rejects
its mother’s breast, takes to the bottle.
At
the gates of the hospital a beggar turns
in
his night carton mumbling obscenities
at
sylvan memories to keep them buried.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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