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Leigh Davis


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All for the space of one generation,
fourteen contingent lines, a bloc
or site any rhythm, word, or posse
of words releases sustaining like an
athlete's kick from the back foot
Willy the outlaw's long ride, his long
unreeling line. There comes Willy
the old Lord Mayor of London
Dick into the sunlight any ordinary
man bland & squinting and common
who gives evidence, I am two people
I have been upon the range, the stick
with the red spotted bandanna is couched
upon my shoulder.

 

 


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