2172: She Lies

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Close all fall-boards
[because Betty Blue
is now dead] & stew
in fumes of Gitanes –
[we are long gone &
beyond word-land’s
hold – once buried] –
no return had – sure
& correct – no tinkle
of keys to announce
our minimal talents –
no chanteuse’ll sing
to us – she lies alone
in a glossy coffin – in
a re-purposed piano
she will be laid low –
close that fall-board

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