The sheltering mouth of Paris

Civilization (no one works
to hoe or plow or grind
their teeth jarred and pickled
by little boys growing tall
in maelstroms of barking dogs
skinned alive for Charybdis
claims us all: father and mother,
swimmer and pilot, musician
and cacophany, the interpretive
instinct and the sexual) gripes.

Possible edit: “decomposes.”

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~ by Jeremy on May 26, 2013.

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