Loud Morgue- Sam Ross
July 29, 2013, 10:32 pm
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Cadavers under blankets, they’re quiet
under the vents. Like hotel slippers

wrapped in plastic, a body is single-use.
A paper cone filled with water.

Now these dry mouths, voices
frozen inside blind cylinders.

The larynx: a dark, airless box
holding beautiful sentences.

On the verge of speech, unnamed
birds fly over a stone ledge

in staggered rows.
Finished and unfinished,

close to free, then
caught in the throat.

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