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Thirty Years of Service | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Six a.m.
The alarm jigs
into him.
He, huge
on that huge bed, jerks,
rolls to the edge,
detonates his chest,
pours to the basin
on the floor
maroon and gray collections.

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