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Phillip Zhuwao

WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL

WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL

WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL

The afternoon is wreathed in black sunlight
The page's dirge flutter like wings in a tomb
and then
back to reality

VIOLENCE!

Township aphrodisiac
A tear's mathematics
over Joyce's dingam
               poor paddy
               someone's daddy

Over shoulders of electric pylons
death's owl hoots in fear

and from the rear,
that was the doves drop
O
Spirit
a willow on the shiver.
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WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL

The afternoon is wreathed in black sunlight
The page's dirge flutter like wings in a tomb
and then
back to reality

VIOLENCE!

Township aphrodisiac
A tear's mathematics
over Joyce's dingam
               poor paddy
               someone's daddy

Over shoulders of electric pylons
death's owl hoots in fear

and from the rear,
that was the doves drop
O
Spirit
a willow on the shiver.

WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL

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