The Removal Men
cut out the rotten stairs
a dustheart of demolition,
old glass, pictures
and all the debris of a too long
life, a foeteal child locked
under torn wallpaper,
no pulse, no water, shadows
of a stained man gone
this is the rest,all uncored.
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