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limbo         


prowl
black & white
thru God's back alley

where the question
dies bleeding

the hooker
without her panties
the priest
one mockery at a time

and why lift a finger? –

Mr. Victim,
such a good listener,
pops the top off  hell's sardines

so even the damned
can dine


© 2000 by Beth Stevens