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Archive (Older Bad Poetry) if there really is a further sun
behind our modest yellow ball
that wants to be in poetry like trees and pollution
and women who create art and men who commit suicide
after creating art then
let it come and watch this small brook
agonizingly slide down the small back of the Earth
looking for some lower way to carry on
let it hang above the two men by the brook
discussing the flow of politics through the soul of the Earth
content in their victory, smoking thin cigarettes
squinting at one another.
