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Laughter and War by David Kruger


Ask me about my howling
Weekend in a stranger’s bed.

Or what fleshed in morning—
What, hung like a malady—

The horizons held
Concordantly in la-ti-das—

In the hangovers
And the congress of all he does.

Ask me to leave
But to be left so dangerous

And felled like a dog
With a jarring woof

Or when passing
Old oaks on old roads,

Ask me why
Extinction is a coming

Of age. Or if I’ve had enough,
But never ask how much.

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