the last hour
the air gets thinner
takes so much longer
than all the rest
every minute sinks
in concrete
I am old enough now
to stay up and watch
the asphixiations
I shout at it to stop
but always stick to the
pogrom
amidst pumpkinheads
and hyenas in formal attire
herpetologists hand out
the awards
once I was a pinky
half way down the throat
of a snake
the seconds ran away
like gazelles on fire
time was a small black spider
that ate its mate as soon as it
finished giving birth
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