Jam the thumb
into the barrel
refuse the wine to flow
onto unhollowed ground
join together the brisk knees of grass
to birth the dust tearful
and yesterday will be
buried beneath boots
shhh the foxes hear
midnight claims
its moonlight tiptoes of the BANG!!!
goes the grassy knoll,
sunrise again.
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