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Loose Ties Of Consanguinity

for my relatives

A sleazy roué lives in a shanty
made of loose ties of consanguinity
under a sky that never conjures up

old deeds of the dead;
living's all done with the connivance of
a sepulchral look in the face.

Still he can stare at the hard sinews
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: family,relationship
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