LIKE MINDING
MANNERS
IN A CAVE
Not to hear the positive wind again I'd run to
Sweden or Alsace; just anywhere to be far
from here. I cannot stand myself, nor the mirror.
Right here, where the last biology experiment
expired, there are still stains on the carpet and
the mind. I am a sinister barkeep, the scientist
you'd rather not know. I spent six years in
Chernobyl, watching weird things grow : the
lamb with three heads, the dandelion that grew
roses. In all of this I kept a vicious notebook for
a vicious man. Bombs and meters, ticking time
together. Paul Ehrlich had nothing on him.
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