The First

He was the first to smell the smokiness
Arriving palanquined on summer Loo.

He was the first to see the wood and straw:
As wet as femur bones in dusty trunks.

He was the first to call the one-o-one.
The trucks were reprioritised away.

He was the first to make the news, “Infer-
-no! Suspected amputee on the run.”

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