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all that’s left of him

the fire woman snaps him
between her teeth, the click
of truth against his words
summoned from a beast,
from another banquet, he’ll
fade soon, the tide of dead
things pulls out, leaves detritus
the puny speckle of detritus.
the fire woman continues speaking
with one, breeze wave of her hand
she vacuums it up.

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