Wednesday, November 18, 2015

7460. IN THE MCGILLICUTY HILLS

IN THE MCGILLICUTY HILLS
They wield hammers like saws and cut 
buzz-flies in two; like a laser-precisioned 
guidance beam, the slice is perfect and 
straight. No debates over bending light 
in these parts. The girls only come out 
on Sundays to whistle religious tunes. 
It's a mad, mad, mad world, and it's 
all come a'cropper now.

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