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disappear
into a crowd, their mental
voices hum like
traffic;
their lungs grow raw
with smoke's
pneumonia,
breathing,
chanting
songs of mist and smog.
In the veil of despair
they look for lovers,
beg mercy
of Mary,
wine of Jesus
...failing
the fractious love
that they saw
once upon a time
like the ghost of something
never
risen
...like a dog! that howls
in awe!
