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IT’S TIME

  

                we worshipped the moon again.

  

That rock that floats on the sky,

as grey as a cadaver,

a poxy stone that sags around in the dark,

painted with cold,

old whore.

...  

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

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