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Happy Birthday, Mr. Senator

they filled the night with terrors

and opened every eye

to a hideous garden –

his sores were the blinking eyes of a god

as he shuffled to the door.

There was

something swelling beneath the skin,

which peeled back

like an eye unlidding

to disgorge a bright orange

fluid like a poisoned stream

running down his legs

burning the webs between his toes

filling the house with a hot wind.



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