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Burghers
next door they're yet holding another barbecue
starry sparks of pig and ox ascend in the dark
hot flesh, burning fuel amid the polite chatter
charred hose and doublet of brave Joan of Arc
beefburgers thick sausages dripping grease
immolated rump steak in the teeth of guests
witches and Jews getting lynched for threats
to the state as traitors and subversive pests
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Tuesday 29th June 2021 4:02 pm

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