Monday 20 June 2011

47

They put the barrel
Of the gun in his
Mouth an ask him
Where is she an
His eyes big an white
He makes a noise
An his skin is black
With bellyfat shakin
Outta his shirt like
Oil an he makes
A noise an they take
It out an he say
"I donut no. I donut
No." An he shake
Down into the grass
Like oil an the sound
Like rockfall goes in
Smoke an I sit down
Backward an I
Look in to my arms.

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