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Lamb's ear, sweet skunk,
I won't be haunting your garden's doorstep anymore
or tearing the moss from your stones
or slug-tonguing my way
into the seams between dirty concrete

there's no edge left to the shovels
the cranes and lifts are gone
the sky is further away than ever before
no worker will be singing with metal or wood
my strut has departed the sway
of your bedded flowers

the sun is close and mute to the coming moon
an oak's length of barbed wire
is the earth's last cathedral wall

we're mating in the past,
the mines in mountain walls
river that away