Straw Dogs

I make my hurt into an effigy of anger

Bales of straw grasped in each fist then stuffed into professorial trappings

Backward cap, impeccable credentials, but like other straw men

Lacking a heart

He sets up a contest just to kill the time

As though time were all we had

As though killing were something you could do with laughter as the

world falls into shadows

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