by Greg Baysans

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Poet X

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	I

D comes out, E 
comes in, F returns 
as E leaves.
A peach 
of a punch 
felled him. 
Something unraveled. 
An odd throng 
arrived. 



	II

E comes out, F 
comes in. M returns 
as E leaves. 
An odd throng 
rambling through the 
crowded affair. 
A peach of a 
punch felled him. 
He departed 
unraveled, 
fleshed out like 
some Titian whose 
red-robed Ruby 
is plump as earth. 



	III

X comes out, Y 
comes in. Z returns 
as Y leaves. I 
unravel the odd throng. 
The peach that 
punched and felled 
him fleshed him out, 
left him red-robed. 
I remember Ruby, 
her scissors 
and this.