Face/Value

Z

A beak of sleep, painted

crudely on a tank, becomes

tainted, reflected, a skewed boot,

forever glancing off a surface;

destructive and distasteful

as O’Brien suggested.

V

Peace, askance, becomes a spade;

a blade to dig a grave with;

a tricky proposition in any city street.

The school of matter over mind: predictive.

Letters and signs; alphabets reinvented;

fact from fiction: fiction to fact.

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