Thirty Years of Service
Thirty Years Of Service
Six a.m.
The alarm jigs
into him.
He, huge
on that huge bed, jerks,
rolls to the edge,
detonates his chest,
pours to the basin
on the floor
maroon and gray collections.
Donal Mahoney
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