story

I have never seen
How old men sell the cars of their childhood,
How they follow the cracks on TV screens with tired fingers,
How garbage and angry voices float on the lakes,
How ministers worship in empty churches.
A dove is surrounded by bald women,
Each one a personification of a distant star
Or plucked fowl or withered tree.
It is going to tell a story.

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