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''I can smell
the blade that opens the hole
and the pudgy white fingers
that shake out the intestines
like a hankie.''
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Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Animals Are Passing from Our Lives (l. 6-10). . .
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''It's wonderful how I jog
on four-honed-down ivory toes
my massive buttocks slipping
like oiled parts with each light step.''
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Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. Animals Are Passing from Our Lives (l. 1-4). . .
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''You've gotten in through the transom
and you can't get out
till Monday morning or, worse,
till the cops come.''
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Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. To a Child Trapped in a Barber Shop (l. 1-4). . .
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