Canary Death Shuffle
A crank starts the film, bypassing the mortar
with vermin hardened into hooks.
I was called again today by the silver
embedded in my heart - pearled the yellow
on my teeth and I misplaced my harp
beneath bramble looking for a toke.
Cricket kerfuffle reminds me to shave tomorrow.
Atop the town square I drum my gut hollow.
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