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            the batarang hit
            the knuckle split
            the fingers flew
            the gun of the
            thug who

            in the orange air
            brown suit and tie
            was rather thinking
            of the futility of life’s




Batman & comics wormholes: still
black bat wormhole: roof-top vigil
brown wormhole: C / playing on the floor / with bits of / material
faces wormhole: ‘the mother …’
orange wormhole: ‘one last lorry thunders past …’