B: Xxxxxxxxi: The Rodent - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Number one French word ‘voilà’
gives a sense of ‘at last! ’
when used to mean ‘now’.
won’t replace deprivation
And when it has,
the last thing is already gnawing away,
needy as a rodent.
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