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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, October 31, 2005

Body of Work

at the table my work
spelled out by santeria
this emptied vessel
sitting together darkly
for the eternal word
is theatre of knitting
and my patience draws
drugs of engagement
on the broad white lines
how many have to die
moving in style of informants
of history book feuds
in italian mercy missions
someone writes this down


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