Clippings - Nov. 10, 2026

Gary Hunter

11 minutes ago

1 min read

where I’m from

the mowed grass lays

where it landed on the lawn

the murdered clippings

rest in state surrounded

by family and friends

the real burial begins

after a few days

as the deceased shrivel

and shrink, slip through

the fingers of loved ones,

fall to the ground

and bury themselves

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