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Dec 10, 2009

marathon in the abattoir

on a december gold sweaty night
moon looking like an apple in decay
in a track & field
where runners run

and us in exercise pants
trying to build bodies
long before they rot
under the filthiest of blankets

capturing the fragments of
a forthcoming holocaust like
distance runners of a love affair baptized in sulfur and raw meat

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