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THOMAS R. PETERS, Jr.

Cinema Automatique

for Apollinaire

the children are either dead

or dancing at the movie theatre

they enjoy their death

these children of vile women

seeming bourgeois with

their imported cigarettes

& Catholic burials

the music is vile

& the nuances of the heart

commenced like barbed wire

the movie was over

& they charged out like Romans

crushing each other

with perfect symmetry

their souls rise out

of my beer glass

with a murmur

like neon.

[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/thomas_r_peters_jr.html.]