Sally Martin
She saw him walk on their hats,
a bold rat swallowed by the fat man.
His screams bounce back as their windows
close with thuds that echo.
Who turns their back a child cries
zigzagging down the steet into oblivion.
Sally Martin sits on her beggar's seat
and listens to the bleating sheep.
Sally Martin bites her coins smiling when
they crack her teeth.
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