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This poem is taken from PN Review 167, Volume 32 Number 3, January - February 2006.

Seven Poems Gregory Woods


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We wrote on his body
To teach him a lesson
When the message is bloody
The nerve-endings listen.

We caught his attention
With precision of scansion.

One is not taken lightly
When the audience bleeds.
He listened politely
To the point of our blades.

Oh yes, did I mention
We caught his attention
With rope under tension?
Man's greatest invention:
Erasing men's future
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