After a night of tinkering with steel
Traps, more bone exposed and mutilation
Bare-faced, rising to a rainy morning
With the scent of spiced earth permeating
My head is a sorry welcome to more
Sleep. Barring the second hot cup, the gray-
Blue sky and dim room, with furtive fingers,
Bid come, when what I need is a keener
Head party to the acrobatics and
Play of sly rain and flesh-wrenching steel traps.
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