Two Mutes In the Press Room
Two Mutes in the Press Room
The two mutes we hired
to wheel hot type
are bickering again
Their fingers
quicker than beaks of cocks
tear the air
with perfect curses
tongues never utter
ears never hear
Donal Mahoney
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