I found an eye
hard & shiny
wondering at its glint
watching the world from on low
through veils of dust and carpet thread.
flung a bit farther, slender pine and graphite
lying awash,
with dunes of grit and disuse
alongside twisted meccano rubble
and floating on berber quicksand
farther back and almost shadowed lies
The Book
&
The Gun
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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