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                           W.A.S.T.E.

            It was a muted post-horn 

            (read 'bugle') off the black lips

            of an old bull that would steer

            me beyond a camp of mute kids

            

            a camp of mute kids 

            playing hopscotch

            by chalk

           

            triangle

            trapezoid

            circle

            all routing the same blue line

            the same blue line

            tagged 'cross a Bushwick sidewalk square

            where, in fact, I felt the plastic action figure 

           

            having (twice) almost cut off the same pointer finger

            in a game for which the less that is said the better