Martin Walls Poems

Whine as though a pine tree is bowing a broken violin,
As though a bandsaw cleaves a thousand thin sheets of
titanium;
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They were so many. Dusk just & flying low
Over the viaduct that spans Geddes & Franklin
Crows gathered to roost & feed, wave on wave
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Clotted heat. The brush mats & paint gums the ferrule.
I sit back, exhausted. Then reach for thinners.
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