but a muddied duffel bag,
satched through,
stuffed to the gills?
What seems to be
a trench coat,
umbrella wings etched
like done by grinding
a cornucopia of pyrite?
What silence is this
which would make cringe
that person
to their SUV?
What trust?
What vengeance?
What remains of a person?
Not much.
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