blah blah

the hospital right next to the hospice,
on whose earth is this
possible, all these bones dancing
impossible to ignore, calcium robots
rancid, so they are shipped to the store
sold at an elephant’s graveyard
quartered for parts…

you know, its all a distraction, from her,
from him, from it

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