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Contributor: Donal Mahoney

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From shimmering oil
of ebony still

will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking

quick slashing
of hands now untied

tattooing no pattern
not even a maze

depriving gray walls
of their stone

will come spittle
wild churning rivers

agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds

till one day at dawn
will come quiet

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Donal Mahoney has had work published in Leaves of Ink and other print and electronic publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his earliest work can be found at


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