Corpses

Disemboweled
the carcass
of Monday’s sports section
flits across the alleyway

It served time
as a bum’s blanket
and a few minutes
as an informational tool
for an interested executive

now spent
it huddles in a corner
with the carcasses
of some of its older brothers

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Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry on unceded Mingo land (Akron, OH). Recent/upcoming appearances in The Marbled Sigh, Descant, and tiny frights, among others.