winter slides by David McLean

winter slides the horizon & night is the winner already
& trees undressed to their slimy salvation;
a dog is running insubordinate a burning blood
grotesque as a Victorian alley;
our unsubtle abnegation ideal as an ego
staggering into the symbolic, a worthless ghost
optimistic as a god was

here we have assembled skeletons an abject pretense
offensive to the flesh their tawdry resurrection, the socius
is disgusting & words: interpellation a sorry zombie was
& earth is better than world


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