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his swollen flesh, cut, was like
I have dreamed of all the dead
raspberry inside dark chocolate breath
doing heroin in Heaven
like fast warm puffs of exhaust vast
brown alarmed eyes
all their brains back together
bloody hands fingers like
tiny trunks among dead roses
their fathers all forgiven
cheeks like collapsed tents large
airless body trembling human
lips swollen tides of an evening sea
their blood invincible
unable to part completely ambulance
a distant white meteor
the sun a ruby of fat lasers
the city an inverting crater
from the land of the dead.