A spastic dance
on tarmac
finishes the show,
bits fall off,
torn rags of black hair,
a split bag from the butcher`s
with a head hanging out,
a half,
we are peeky at insides,
thrill of a gutbucket;
Ding dong all down thw well,
chalk red screeching on a blackboard,
flat cat folded,
don`t look back.
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