SMALL TOWNS



Small towns are small towns the world over,
from Temuka to Le Quesnoy.
Home is home too - the squalid placenta
you never quite kick away.

They remain sleeping in the back
of our heads, waiting for the Goths, or
they are the Goths. For all I know,

I am the anticipated barbarian they are waiting for.

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