A strange justice prevailed in Costaguana
like the 4-way iron needle on the Courthouse clock
in Providence pointing forever to high noon
because it's broke
like the industrious neatness of the piranha
or proverbial goodness evinced by the monsoon
or divine palm oil (grouse or manna)
a strange justice prevailed in Costaguana.
He hung there anchored to a beam and shot
guy wrong place wrong time wheedling leather merchant
scum rot animal, to be blunt
Take him down & keep him he's your boob
like a toothpick in the lip of a gentle scribe
pursed with reddening petals 3, 2, 1... Atone.
Henry Gould | Island Road 23
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