on shaved skull, red
measles scrawl faces
in infected Arabic
the blood-blinded bird
in periphery hooks
eyes, swallows dry tongues
bloated carnivals of meat
blasted metal, sand-basted
desert birds, carnivorous spiders
feast on the dead and the living
and the street so quiet now
that its echoes explode in our ears
By Robert C.J. Graves
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Robert's work has appeared recently in the Chiron Review, Poetry 4 the Masses, and Prairie Poetry.
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