Hear
Them Buzz
With
the gums gone the
words within words, no kidding,
the birds chatting with other birds,
are
barely heard.
And
though the nose is
green and blue,
it’s much too hot to twitch.
Nothing
Stirs
except a bluebottle fly.
The eye in my head
sees me coming toward the river,
and
a sound says,
I
will die outside your window.
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