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fine parchment face

suddenly chantilly

lace his torso a doily

perforated twinkling

with sweet patient fungus

shiny maggot-

milled one old gold trinket slipped

between two ribs

his legs folded and cold

he too was somebody’s

honeybunch and heartleap

his jaw an ox-bone

his eyes full of lake

his burring voice booming out

bold songs like

john bro-own’s body

da-da da-da da da da

and john brown’s body (da-da da-da da da da)