tiny skeleton
malcontentedly chipping
away at the slim little
ghost vein
of stomach gnawing ore
he opened up his mouth and
then the breath came out
all twisting and swirling
around like little tendrils
of black bread
20 years later long since
the canary died
squaring off with god
at the gates of the
denver international airport
please keep clear
you are delaying the departure
of this train
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