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When the intern asks why

hadn’t the animals eaten this man

the river months ago washed up,

the examiner numbers

his answers.

An order. Of course. Most

to least. The day animals

vs. the night ones. If six,

thorns. If thy right eye

offendeth. I doodle.

My sketch in the place of

reason: a moustache on Mr.

Numbers. If three magpies

flap away. Therefore an

ambiguity of eye color.

Sketch it: how weird,

the moustache needs

a matching beard. Hair

today. Eight trumpet vines.

Twelve solstice winds.

What had he gone by?

My reason. God’s hard.

If one. If the earthly

life. The this life. His

other car was a train.