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LIE DOWN WHERE THEIR FACES ARE by James Allen Hall

The woman across the street
on her knees again, shut out in the snow
by her husband. Every week, this ritual:

a man, a crying woman, the blue cold
earth that marries them. When he lets
her in, she lays in bed next to him.

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THE SAW by James Allen Hall

Galeria Hermandad, Toledo

A hand made this, hammered flat a hot length of iron,
cut one side jagged, a row of teeth. The criminal

would be hoisted up, tied inverted, the saw
at his scrotum. The act required two men

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