The Dread Letter Office
Where the collected poetry from
The Far Queue
comes to rot.
Voodoo. You Think. You Are.
My head on a stick
Wooden
Removed
To be hidden and in time
To become
A pincushion for visions
In rear-view mirrors
October 2019
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