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the hounds of a butcher

foot rounds to blood in side-pocket presumably
the ants of hill sun-smote refill
hounds, players above, below game
and the ballot is an ultimate forestry
cannibal cluster to let go our egos
quicker for the range of impeccable yoke's
primates for sullied yolks, car in these posters
ape the large size of submitted hearts provenance
infidel caliph to his masters ante-room
where cameras dangle around his neck

blood hounds tract and re visit curated
summit of faded glory rendition tacit
an incision founts gust
cut-short wailing not heard
in the helm for intimidating aids
of Prometheus the praetor
racketeer with angry emergency
garnish for the top most orator
a message by the butcher, subordinate
claws now the cars p.m.s spiritual
pipe-borne for locomotive libation
drop zone must be whistle indeed
in creed, in bid and in seed
the flying monkey, joker for banquet halls polka
where, who wants to leave his millions?
weighing of kilo's of pounds, a cabal
the cabinet a cartel in one love,
keeps us together, as coronation of concubines
they go and gather the scrap of dead meat

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