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day
as grey as
ekphrastic
for Margaret Breindel’s 1962 ‘The Chorus’
square slots
all hearts held in
sometimes arms fall by the side
death is a cloak and holding
there’s no ground to stand on
there’s nothing for the air
more eyes than wide
with what-for-horror
grime
you could not call survivors
there’s all of this singing for fear
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