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Dig It                                                                                                                                                                                               Thomas Piekarski

Rip the circuitry from its guts; recycle

It as dream waste. Make memories from it,

Give it a name unlike gizmo or gadget;

Don’t train it to do robot antics. Defrock it;

Pull the nails out of its hands. Bless nothing

If not the nothingness light is. Bear blight

As long as breath holds sway. Boil oil

As the lamp dies, out of fuel. Dry eyes

That clamp the music shut. Sing sweet

About charitable apricots you plucked.

Bring a heavy ball-peen hammer; pound

Blood into sheets and brand it thought.

Stammer whenever a word enters you. 

Clamor for fury only fire can provide.

Deflate innate fiction fizzling; dig it.

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