Urn
This urn
Siting diagonally
On a hill
Deeply sloped, rough
Is empty
Of pebbles, marbles
This urn
Of husks, shared-crops
No chance
Of the permutations
No winning
Lottery, raffle game
This urn
Of the deserts’ clay
Harsh, dry
White lips and skin
Of a leper
The sun-long slave
Of mines
Pyramid/factory/office
Remains
Diagonally on diagonal
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