Song of the Doppelgänger

by James Arthur

I was there, and saw the half-ton rope
of human hair coiled like a python,
glinting. I don’t know when the war was fought,

why, or where it stopped, but believe
in the mighty engine perspiring behind the screen
and as much as I can
in the notion of good. I find less to praise.
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