Magpie’s monocle.

Viewing molecules through a magpies 

monocle tucking into hats to appease 

a man made hunger Of calves stone 

that In the half light of island 

truths looks as shaved as dressed Victorian furs.
As valley girls faerie dance to show 

the boys to their honey dregged grave.
As cold hands draw on a silver

Soviet boot propagandist of milk tooth 

that dangles from its thread 

the call signs hidden and carved 

Into wood block.
driving cognitive Dens of iniquity 

back to the wilderness.

 

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