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Cluster index: David Cooke

Three poems by David Cooke.

. MILESIANS. They were matter-of-fact and mercantile, their deities stockpiled in lumber rooms, containers, or the air-conditioned acres of a state-of-the-art clockwork hangar. Too good to clear away, they laid them up, just in case, alongside incense and charms, the stacks of cheap libationary bowls. It didn’t take that much – distant thunder, a tremor, […]