with
filthy fists fishing
‘man-shaped-rook-in-rags’
scours
bin-top basin
looking for lovely long white worms
of
nasty nicotine
&
bum finds butts
not ‘caw-cawing’
but yellow
claws
clawing through
dirty
white ash
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