crumbs for mayhem
a cigarette butt
misses its mark, the largest
head
the child’s
ever
had…
the shut-ins
meet their food
halfway
the angels
burn only
the books
they’ve time
to read
it snows, churchbell
snows
on the crippled glow
of an Ohio
cemetery
where later
I’ll brush
a white hand
from the arm
of a stone
cross
kingsoftrain 
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