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stone

to touch

they had blue

black scars

eyes that were

tuned to darkness

from below ground

——————deep

they exploded

like niggers

from a cage

into the silverfish

light

pale eyes

washed of colour

———stark

fathoms deep

——————soffits

to the soulless ground

———————sometimes

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

———.

©jj

Bread & Barley by John Jones


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