ROB THE PROPHET

His lower legs were melted off in a fry factory
he lay in bed longer than sleep toward birth
he began to have visions
to manifest and project
persons not yet arrived who would make deals at night
in the bulb light of his hollow room
he watched them changing
in the fog of their own presence
and he drew them out
led police to a broken-bridged ledge
broke his heels on the jump off
broke their eyes with his landing
broke the dream with his life of the world's ending

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