Milled Paper

by Patrick Hannon

Toss a stone into the siphon
and feed the growth
and lay in the muck.
Spread out with hands      and heels.
Focus,
on the mouths,
unintended.
Lying, wondering
how it will be      post-mortem.
Hands locked in      the cut of your chest
or separate;
like a textbook diagram.
A heap somewhere.
Idle.
A man;
gripped in a glass jaw.
Pissing and shoving.
“Sign language”
in the gripping silence.

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