SAW..

That metallic odour,

the sonorous tearing

of flesh,

the sotto-voce breaking

of bone,

incense-perfume clouds

of carnage,

a cloying aroma

of slaughter;

all our hopes hung

upside down,

in steel-hooked rows;

drip dripping in welters

weltering in channels,

channelling and washing

helter-skelter away,

into gutters down

down down and out,

out into echoing sewers

confluencing into rivers,

rivers running into the

sea,

saw,

see

saw

see – saw .

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