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AUTOBIOGRAPHY 2
Inside her bra she hid the sideshow
Where a priest swallowed a sword
And a sparrow took sixteen baths.
From her mouth fell the keys
To the necropolis with its limp necks;
The keys crowed like a cock
thirty-three times.
Nuns knelled to their crucifixes because
They had a naked Jesus with no cloth
over his thighs,
Sewed the torn spots
in their black net stockings.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Scars
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