Punch out
the-only-moment-is-yesterday-and-is-now-gone
flue tugs
work trod
welt gird
fist shit
from-our-vacated-outpost-where-mercy-did-not-leave-a-farewell-card
sink sold
plus lost
junk sown
rate poor
cold isle
hell lips
palm lack
dirt told
west held
hard fire
foul tack
acre shut
dank hiss
lost sons
pill lies
tank quit
riff down
coil drip
dark bunk
wire-repelled time-harrowed
muddy drift
cur axe
stone
hid
now
w
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a
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a
l
w
a
y
s
w
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This poem was published in the anthology The Experiment Will Not Be Bound, 2022.
Andy Oram
March 1, 2020
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