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Carney Justice
It hit our town like a cop's cudgel
A falling skyscraper
erasing clouds and jettisoning sprockets
It's shadow spread like a slit throat
It’s powdered thud buried our dead for free.
We all knew it fell from the moon
but when a smaller town...
down a smaller road...
Could not adequately explain some vacant lot
We frowned and toy broke it to pieces
A gumbo of carney justice with a curdled milk spine.