when they search her their hands are the first men to enter the village guns cocked some wild reckoning doing it for the kids they are looking for where the rebels are hiding the enclave the poem returning to the hand a tight-lipped press radio humming the wall they are looking for the girl who hides all the girls the one who turned the rainbow into a railway track but the villagers keep building more houses to search & the woman is always one street ahead her heels tap a telegram answered by outlaws & when they arrive it is in the nick of time an ankle disappearing into a helicopter that’s
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