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Afterwards

by Jeffrey Greene

We have seen the wrath of sunsets
Smear the sky with blood
Felt our faces slip through rotten nets
And sink in boiling mud
Blackened panes of dream obscure
The dreamer from his double
Sheeted forms in alleys stir
As we rummage through the rubble
Scarred fingers smooth the last few hairs
Fossil gestures freeze despair


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