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ON
THE SQUARE
On
the square, tumbled out
—after
the early alarm of the billet corporal’s clatter
on the left-open-all-night door
and his ee-yi summons, ‘Hands Off Cocks!’;
—after
early drubbing of faces in cold-water troughs
and cheek-hacking with blunt razors;
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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