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Carmen Fierra Sunday Morning by David Klein

Put a haggard dollar in his cup
This Monte shill blows
Mumbo and frozen
Breath to fog a mirror
For you to scratch your ancient
Hieroglyphs of terror and despair

Crawls on his knees to assemble a face
From undigested crumbs

Crawl on your knees among the crumbs
Fling your incantations to the mirrored heavens
Assemble a face in a sprawl of stars
See if I care

David Klein has been published in A Journal of Poetry & Prose; New York Stories; Film Comment; Art:Mag; Lowestoft Chronical, and others. He has  studied with Robert Stone, Maureen Howard, and Mark Wisniewski.