Dogwood Downs
It doesn't matter what you look like
It doesn't matter what you feel
All that matters is where it lands
when you spin the wheel.
Where the blood splatters and
and finally congeals;
perhaps out back, in your garden.
The neighbors would say:
'but he was so genteel...'
Onerous is the duty
of knowing what's real.
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