you reach an age &
your world tumbles apart around
your gig-deaf ears
your gig-deaf ears
todays eulogies
old dust so soon
in the cramp of
your arthritis claws
~
&
all the dentists look like children
&
all the police look like children
&
all the parents look like children
&
all the children lay claim
just by e x i s t i n g
to a world
i
am
not
done
with
no
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