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cane fashioned of soil I use
to beat a rhythm out
upon your back

polishing knives and forks
you draw from endless
bottomless burlap sack

I live to gouge and prick
my name in working flesh

of heads and tails
and gilt and guilt
I weave a flawless mesh

around your heart
I build apiece
a heartless barb wire fence

and pay a generous hourly sum
of six pounds seventy pence

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