MAKES PERFECT
In the doctor’s practice 

I sit

unpracticed
outside, in the street,

some scallawag saints 

play a dice game 
snake slithers up

to try his luck

hoping for the dreaded double

(worse than

absolute zero)
which 

when the beads of

those bones tell the dreaded
his

eyes, selfsame

beads of his eyes, 

light

up
be sure

to catch it

him being

so camouflaged and all

so perfectly sly.

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