The November Series

On Saturday, the search for bodies stopped
behind the smoking barricade of wooden
horses. Rudy Giuliani stood in
shit a little while. The Yankees dropped.

It felt like falling. And I felt like singing
Nessun Dorma, as the rank and file
locked arms and firefighters stormed the pile.
Nothing rose. The clock alarm kept ringing.

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