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DEVI S. LASKAR

This old horse goes

to glue after

dragging carriages

on his back. This rain:

bank of fat

striking laced fields. No hearts

left The bees

have the coast, the birds

witness Mermaids are

fish

labored on the docks.

seeing your

anniversary broken,

thin hands balance, face

scarred from the car

Time frozen. tell you twice

to watch

this worn stretch of country

would be certain death