Truncheon Eater by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Teeth flew out of his mouth like a busy airport

and blood and pitiless cries to no one

as the smoke black figures stood over him

slamming truncheons down on gaping fleshy baby wails

and when he awoke the hammers all around him

made him flinch as they too slammed into distant moon rock

man chained to man, crouched naked over dry crater desolation,

his own hammer meeting rock as if strangers

for the first time.

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