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lost legs

Got some broken memories of someone's lost legs on the concrete. I guess I was six. So it is partial. A bomb. Somewhere. A blue van and a man screaming. Working with Wonderland and out came the lost legs:

10. Agitprop

for a split
second
in-
sensed
&
smoke-
choked

you are
legs
on gravel

blood-stumped and cherry
red ploy
to sell

the soul

and you

don’t know what is leased, leashed, and lashed
don’t know what is la blade for murals advertising divides

for God
and Ulster

for a
united
Ireland

legs blown
asunder

scissors
open
and shut
ex-
posed
&
sun
shine
never been
the same
since

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