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The ignored trapeze

How do we know the angel to be innocent

Standing upon a platform we wait     For our hats to descend

As clouds      Move forward into falling rain

The gun used to itch the nose must then be made to trace

The next line that will arrive     Dimly as the lines of a river

We are not     Seeing these events as they happen

We watch the film

We see the slats all reflected & vertical on the window

Ascending to shake the garden below

A second night hesitates above the valley & doors in the floor

Signal across the black as though a mouth     Savage & articulated

Why now the tears & translucence of the body

Your cruel sister friend     Feeds a guinea pig to the fire

MC Hyland