In the enfeebled armpits of kittens:
An Alamo, and roses- they are lying against the cinder
Blocks listening toads
Waiting for the rattlesnakes, as the housewives make
Grottos out of their carports, as the graveyards no one single
Anguish, enfolded by mountains and forget-me-nots:
They go this way forever, flooding over with marble
Busts and streams: here it says the dates for my
Grandfather; here is a pet cemetery the fire ants
And kindergarteners are stumbling over on some
Occult holiday- pretty animals leaving their
Fingerprints in the crimes, making a name for themselves,
As a flower buds in the chain link fences for a pretty
And nameless fox.
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