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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.