ten onions &

~

ten onions &  ( a poem )





ten onions & fresh turnip juice

a newspaper

or else - gazette


a book of stamps, a phone number

& all those who

we've not killed yet


the date today - not yesterday

or last whitsun

- that clarinet


our middle names, our silly games

& so we list

lest we forget

...



























































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