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Recorded Reading (1:08):

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/fjuba168rbuw63wkayjrc/Still-at-Large-XV.mp3?rlkey=sz3njvnvmrm9jzb3fr31tj4el&st=cxh3xotu&dl=0

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Still at Large XV

Every time that I lie down
There is a parade
By vehicles of which a real
Investigation might be made

Some spew tear gas
Some spew phosgene
Some spew virus
In between

Some stay right in gear
And suddenly decelerate
To make a loud noise, resonant
Upon the ears to grate

Some run their heavy vehicle
Over every bump available
To make thumps and bangs and squeaks,
As many as they’re able

It’s not like there’s a large
Variety of others:
At four AM all we have here
Is good crime-network brothers!

Don’t listen when this poet
Her horror movie life relate,
So we don’t have to actually
Investigate