Over shoulders

Over shoulders
There are bags of eyes
With straps sewn in
Bags under eyes
With slouched shoulders
Just beyond the chin and neck
Just before the check
Bags of sin
Over shrapnel pings
Soldiers
With stars and stripes
Pouched in starch
Stone wings
Crouched in weeds
A cherub on lawn
Blanched white
With rusty streaks
Where folds would be
Scraps and hooch
In trash slab
A snarled scamp
All chum and seeded
Over bleached board
Slanted into heap
Starts and gripes
Satchel cinder pies
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6.25.13

Evening Dispatch