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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