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the great migration

 

fresh from

a public restroom bath

 

homeless joe

sits on the bench

picking the remaining lice

out of his hair

 

holding one squirming specimen

up to the white light of the sun

 

as all the clean cops

circle him cautiously

 

and the rest

of the good citizens

 

grab their precious belongings

 

to move

from here to there

 

a diaspora of

the lucky and well-possessed

 

fucking off to somewhere else.