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fa11ing (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
just before the fall
the damn
brittlebrown leaves,
tin trees
with veined fingers
bloodless & burned
down
deep
now dustchoked
in the angles,
the wailing
and the whiteness
mangled
metal,
papers
pulped,
dig
bodies,
x amount :
obscene.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5729
Posted: December 15, 2002 6:11 PM PST; Last modified: February 6, 2003 7:06 PM PST
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p.s.--like the titular device.
the thing i remember most now is the dust that choked the great canyons of the city blocks. the wailing, the whiteness, and me half dressed, scratching rats nest hair, clutching the tv remote without strength left.