Poem: "A Position of Defeat 6"
6.
the sun
lying back on the couch of clouds
complains of
ennui and insomnia
the night is
long but all too soon i hear
the coffin
close, the rolling up of shrouds
i take my
darkness out to walk the park
most owners let
their petty dooms run wild
or train them
to pick up a spotty child
so carefully
the skin won’t hear a mark
mummy cries out,
Stop, Def, stop where you are
a little ruin
has run across the road
speed-demon
cabs, reckless trucks, swaying loads
hearing the
loved voice, Def runs back to her
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