peeps – I

Dawn reeks of peopled sun, hearkening
red to a village voice, cast out of
now, hearkening red to pillaged joice.

Claw specks of mottled sun, brothering
inch of a shucked tryst, cast out of
now, brothering inch of outgunned fist.

Guff hums of gavelled sun, ushering
ruck of animate scale, cast out of
now, ushering ruck of common frail.

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