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
                                 e
                                 a
                                 r
                                 e
                                 a
                                 l
                                 w
                                 a
                                 y
                                 s
                                 w
                                 e
g         n      i     p   e

This poem was published in the anthology The Experiment Will Not Be Bound.

Andy Oram
March 1, 2020

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