Tireless

Goose’s wing is coming off

It flaps across sidewards

And falls, screaming angrily at itself.

I chew my nails, my eyes are sore

Blunt dead stalks stick out of a crust

Like the black trees of Hiroshima.

A prisoner is frantic behind bars

Screaming for the guard.

I inspect myself for black pores

Reach into my ulcered mouth

Yank at a decaying molar

Bite down on my bloated index

And hold it there numbly.

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