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Inert Humanity
by Larry Rochelle

Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Inert Humanity

Itís not so much that Dobbins
Knows his name
Or if he does, no,
Itís just the vision
Of his tongue
Poking strength from out
His mouth,
A rounded poke of
Slavered tongue
Poking out
Then retreating
To search the air while
He raced around
His backyard, looking
For a wrench
Or a hammer,
Something strong
To hit the carís
Engine or to
Tear off a piece
Of metal from its roof,
All the while
His strong shoulders hunched over grass,
His legs
Still propelling him
Wildly now from
Hollyhock branch to bare, gray shed
And back, the
Constant motion of his tongue
The only half-human
Turtle bleat inching
Through his lips
To smack saliva
From his gums, trying
To become like us,
Closer to human
Than he ever might, closer
To godís church, but
Slurping up
Magnetism hoping
For repair.

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