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post-easter poetaster

Jesus caressed the rough-hewn cedar. Boss was
a wood-whisperer and could thus dovetail
and tongue-and-groove you til you were frail
with attachment. They cringe if crucified, wood-
wrights, to be in death joined to such shoddy crosses.
Shown how to unmob ourself ~ think
                                     there’s any chance we would?

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