Dust Man

By Kilb50
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He lives in a container cupboard, strapped
to the wall next to a bag of wooden pegs.
Without arms he cannot piss, without piss
he cannot arm himself, so lunges instead
head first - a motorised siren at war with
the furniture, abandoning men, their feet
lifting as he snaps at toes tickled by
dust. Dust settles in his paper lungs
like ringworm and his paper lungs are
farmed and transported in aircraft carriers
to vast dust settlements wedged in the
windpipe of mankind. Children tug at his
umbilical cord like sailors drawing flex
tight as whip-lash. Mother-manouverings
guide him beneath the television
towards hardened soup and daily bread -
fuel for the dust man's bronchial
drone. In another life he was a
mustachioed despot grinding man
bone to dust - every last breath squeezed
out of the carpet.
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I do like
this kind of thing, ever since being given it as a task on my very first CW course. Still can't do them well myself. I like this one.
Gibbous House: Ewan's First Novel
No Good Deed : Ewan's Second Novel "the same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse"
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