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| A Plastic Person Panics |
Re work
Being out there
Yielding formerly terrified, obscene
Tortured plastecine, exhausted
creatures
Rebuilding the scenes they liked to
eat,
A pre-destruction’s disdained
beliefs.
Hmm...
We consume each,
We devour, then sleep,
Try find time to slip quietly,
Quickly from the stream
And trust to keep these
Houses free to weep and
Crush with teeth
The seven sickly sweet seeds
Of redemptive deed,
Suck relief, rust at the sea,
And finally die and go to meet
The Great Wide Gaping Deathly Deep
Just maybe get the chance to see,
Reconfigure and release
The extreme We
We’d grown to be
