The Murderer's Impedimenta Poem by Joan Margarit i Consarnau
The Murderer's Impedimenta
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Amidst the many disasters, piled up like bags,
Life has bestowed on me your love.
Who cares, night's silence,
The black car with its headlights off,
And the sax, dimly heard in the radio.
The shot is what needs to be impeccable:
Dangerous and accurate. Like you in my life.
Friday, November 3, 2017
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