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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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prognosticate

A periwinkle swirl in granite
twisted round the grapes of wrath
decorate the columns to my hell.

A microscopic creature
voiceless and unseen
wanders through my water.

A fountain trickles from the mouth
of a life-sized statue carved
to mirror me.

beneath, words etched
ungilded
unadorn

"Kind.
Generous.
... without a purpose"
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