Mule Sonnet No. 10
I raised my hands the woods
were arresting / you under
-stand what it’s like / on the creek’s
behalf I called my legislators suspicious
of its water being exploited to wash
the blood out of the cradles
may their hearts secede in / peace
among the ivy where the point
of it all is light on top dark under
keep it hid / finally they perfected
the grenade / designed to be the weight
of a baseball and I was a natural
boyhood gave me hands / death said they’ll
be parentheses in its favorite sentence
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