I feel the
cleaver’s
butcher fall
by the waterhouse
under the porcelain
doll’s broken eyeball,
color of blue.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger
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