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The people will need bare necessities: bread, milk, tea:
The mother will look across a lake
& see only glossy water,
the small rowboat that carried her son.
The surviving brother will hallucinate
a vast billboard on air, lit with
his lost other, twin: neon dots of blood: what has been done.
It was a
relationship like whirlwind.
The boys were
hillbillies
in that neighborhood.
The cast-off jacket & gear gather dust:
arsenal's been opened under the Jesus clouds
while night unfolds like a rose
The clay cries: Mutiny follows.
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