The Writers' Circle

Reticent gunshop piss peon,

lark in the maze, sings auk down,

and all drown.


Easy pen-folds sings like dawn

and out and down

and drown again.


All sat in taciturn fat

and in moments repeat
Those turn- little feet

In drug-thick hue

walk in gray

and drown again

again today


And all the blame

two-needle same

too pump blood down and

up

and down again


Sick eyes, with sick eyes

that sell and swell

and bloat despise

In turn

All turn

to fold the corpse

the mother's womb

it's inner tomb

and sing- sick remove


The beast and cage

and all that remains

Till the shell- its skin- and all that's within

is to all - but the same.

And the same again.
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