Two Mutes In The Press Room

The two mutes we hired
to wheel hot type
are bickering again

Their fingers
quicker than beaks of cocks
tear the air

with perfect curses
tongues never utter
ears never hear

poem by Donal MahoneyReport problemRelated quotes
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