This white wall
Has so many coats
The heart put in
Doesn't seem worth
What's lost underneath
When the night bulb
Crawls across its
Lime parched web
A scraping of bones
Is heard in passing
That bitch in the yard
Needs another hollow
To hide its yelps
When the tree
Of heaven
Cracks
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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