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Published: Mon Jul 01 2013
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Crowbar

If it could speak it would say,
Clean

up in aisle three;
would shower

the day with debris
of off-key mea

culpas.
It fancies itself

the lost doppelganger
of a mid-

fifth-century saber,
practicing its rattle

when not at the table.
It’s prone to chip

stoneware and fracture
decanters, to trampling a mirror

or rim of rare crystal,
and it ponders

and ponders
with thoughts

bordering
wonder, the odd snag

of an ankle or dactyl,
the brave punch

bowl bulge at the back
of the skull,

aesthetic
bendings in a mandible

and clavicle,
porcelain swell

of a tea-cup patella.

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