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Garnett Silk Death
Bless me bless me.
Shotgun clapped, split
the chipped red
canister
like a prank vampire
vial, flames curled
about the room like
blood through a full bath
‘Father they have dug their pit/
And are waiting to see me fall in it’.
The Colt was loaned,
they said, to guard
against thieves. Kingston
11 breeds
sunset gun wounds; the
Gauguin-green ditch dead.
Angel Arcabucero
ash flakes dabbed you
froth-fleck hazel cream.
Starling feathered
As you ran
Upstairs to save your mother.
Your dull red stone name
wards off devils.
I once looped a girl’s
finger in them
Fake carnation diadem.
Black comedy death,
pathetic slave
misadventure.
The flames sing high
Above your house;
Crackle static
like the telly Bickle shot.
Angel Arcabucero
Hero of the pyre.
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