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Saturday, March 16, 2019

Blues on W.S. Merwin's obituary day

God will bless the porn stars
And Blake’s chimney sweeps, equally
“all the lonely people”
Crying weep weep even creepily

If we are not loved above
Not even by a fiction
Is there any use in standing straight
Or correcting your diction?

Or should I let the blood flow down
my paddling paws
Smothered in a chimney flue
Or spastic in somebody else’s claws

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