lowercase paradise

Matthew Wright

Saturday, November 3, 2012

You? I?

Who the bucket: rusted
unzinced, overscoured, holed
by the wet mess
spilt and hauled?

Who the swine
whose name rhymes mine
fat up on slops?
Whose pen?

Whose the muck track
pen-gate to shack
by the tree with the chains
hanging, and hook?
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