he is momentarily distracted by the light
exposing
the vicious lungs
the knowing eyes
the frozen cheeks
the ardent voice
the hypodermic filled with a poison bible
the teat of bile
the fly on the ball
the leftover privilege
the revolver dog
the massage of iron seraphim
the candle of blue veins
here is the relict of Buchenwald
here is the tallow of black magnolia fruit
here is the kindest loin of a tombstone
here is the good gambling father of a bludgeon
he blinks
turns back to his work and chews his way out of a corpse

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