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Cumulative Decay of Heartbeats, Control Rods, and Cure Songs
by Henry Cherry
1985 wore ankle bells and
Sparkling left-handed gloves,
Was filled with new drivers.
The full pregnant impact of
Nuclear destruction.
I became a lotus flower
But never had seen one.
Drank beers and passed out
In a car going the wrong
Way on Route No. I can’t remember
The damage of gullibility
Perspired in overheated lies
That flooded separation
Anxiety, that wore ties and sandals,
Oxford button downs.
I sang the birdsong blueness
Smudging the late summer
East Coast skies, while the blades
Of grass sucked into mower bags
Became the aura of infinity.
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