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Poem I read today from a compilation of selected poem "Poets 11'

Lie No. 42
Traditional exit

You have left
The screen door open.
The air abuzz.
Everything being.
Unhinged
In the holes.
I find you have left me.
A small note.
So small. Like that.
Your small way.
Like different pollens flying around now.
Everything is packed.
In a neat way.
The way movers do it.
They have piled the boxes up high.
Carry them out on their back.
Like army ants.
The way they move,
The whole colony from one tree to another.
Perhaps.
That's what hell does.
To me.