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Richard Owens

2 poems

Rock Island Line
04/28/2026 14:58h
watchdog howling (all caved in beyond the pale — tis my home cold wind implacable driven unaccounted sooth shawl of sorrow unplanned unmapped swallow order blunt trees mended like man even our shadows belabored in light commonplace rumble — shaken alliterative portrait of a ploughman struck down cattle thief contraband — pig iron — intermediate between two states & cargo untold undetected huckster amended airs an untapped inventory — catholic in the tall grass — laughing — mask chimerical goods for summer sink in
Naked in the Ditches
04/28/2026 14:58h
phlegmatic on my bier no regrets — my body bears truth stem to stern beginning with the hips who am of common stock looking to the sea face ground — nothing now conjured from dust suffering — hung by the heels sought occasion as will was never conquered to see the host broken a swinging scythe — the dance this most pleasant to me so make moan of the old days say why should love live

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