Grunt's
is not pretty,
scarcely
human,
in the
searchlight's
stark
fluorescence;

streaked
with soot,
and sweat,
and dribbled spit,
her swarthy features brood,
her brow grows furrowed,
up and down its stunted slope,
her cheekbones,
skull-like,
parallel the catacomb
of her teeth.

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