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Come closer dear, it will not hurt.
I take this tube and
thread it soft
between your legs and find the place
and urge it on to
spurt
disinfectant (there's a joke!)
from a funnel , smelling
antiseptically
and analytically withdraw
and have a smoke.
But bye and bye there is a heaving groan
and tiny tin
tack peanut hand palm size
appears with five small fingers and five small
toes
too small, how small, so tiny in your hand he lies;
preposterously
small and dead but elegantly comprise
your firstborn, but not your last, God
knows.
