A dead man is heavier than a broken heart
is what he said, and the big sleep
is only a lullaby away.
Beyond a hill, an old man chanted
the call to prayer.
A dry wind tugged
the lapel of his wrinkled suit
and sprinkled sand in his glass of whiskey.
I know a guy who sells Turkish carpets
cheap, I said. Just say the word.
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