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inside Danté’s punchbowl .. .

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Danté by the lemon skip
with stencil letters 30 high
full of articles of life
dead microwave drained
two bags dried cement
a couch, a mattress
an old wooden chair
spilled of all its filling
of fine horse’s hair
quadraphonic recording
inside Diablo’s basement
bled by meanest sound
a broken ladder
discarded venetian blind

poet’s eyes scan
inside printer carnage
set to double-spacing
armistice addressed
mid war-torn plunder
spies lined up are shot
in sight of homeland
where cold rivers run
next to silos red
fed corn, blood and
bone, vented torment
owned of master race
raised by immunity they
garner poppies in the spring

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