This poem is taken from Stand 229, 19(1) March - May 2021.

Marty Newman Leaving Malebolge
Leaving Malebolge

Seagulls play in the harbour smoke. Tankers pass in & out
   through islands of mermaids bobbingup & down on the fluid bed.
   Nothing special about this day, nothing newer than a honeycomb,
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