Bust
no time for dress or thought
it was more like
you need to answer
as our portal of sanctuary
separated from its hinges
an integral part of the process
of being extracted
down the street past our home
past the icy sustained glare
of neighbors, I crept
for this scene so surreal in its power
sent a message to those
inclined to protest or pursue
get back, get back, stay back
our dog howled under the moonlight
then stared in silence at me
and that bowling ball
that somehow
found its way to the kitchen sink
stoically did the same
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