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The Acherontia Vase
2019
I heard your song by the black Acheron
All salt-soaked and tugging on strings that at once
let rip heavy bellows and wimbering shrieks
Sure tore up them bellies of wander-lost freaks,
But I who cuts noses, clips ties and old cosys
Fared dance, drink and drown in that murkdrab of poseys.
Linoleum print




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