This is a slanted emergency
Its gravity builds from left to right
An hour skewed for stretchers
Losing heavy minutes
Once the gut starts growling
In wait for a solid meal
The ductile shapes of longing
Shingle for subsistence
Shacked in such a latitude
In angled, dirty weather
An occupant's distraction
Depends upon their leaning
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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