ARM
(for Fingers, Goose, Trevor, & Ignatz)
At the end, the arm
is game for anything--
throwing the game, even,
in a final inning blown
by a toss at a cat or a cop
that the neighborhood lost to government forces,
just to get out from under the thought
that the head’s top is what’s tops
and into the motion any mouth tenders
when its words silently figure
(with a turn of the page)
where that brick came from.
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