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i mock the row
of wooden decoys
displayed on the
top of the piano
at claire de lune

like a god
on trial
teased by
the too soon
of daylight

and all the while
i pack the china
in a big black
trash can
and put
it by the
to be
carried out
and buried
by the roots
of the lying

out of sight

because i know
i have no need
for it again

i carved the duck
out of a piece of trunk
then hollowed it out
like my heart

and now it is a boat
in spin
and so i go
but not
since they
are part
of me

who needs baggage
when you have a knife
and wood and nails?

empty souls
never fail
to find
the shore
once more

you see