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More in Jasmine's Poetry

Syphon

Fingers smear oil,
leaving streaks; red spilled concrete
elicits vultures

overhead to hang
inert, a paralyzed cry.
And the widows weep

grey mornings, chatter
teeth until the miasma's
stench is drowned in the dead.
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