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to touch

they had blue

black scars

eyes that were

tuned to darkness

from below ground


they exploded

like niggers

from a cage

into the silverfish


pale eyes

washed of colour


fathoms deep


to the soulless ground


they were joined by horses

rags on their eyes

unsteady from the cage

———they would be washed

and fed

and released

to fight and fuck

and run the short joy

before the cage

clanked shut

and down again



Bread & Barley by John Jones

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