Tuesday, June 15, 2010

A Pock o' Lips

Earth drowned in her blood
Wombed inside out
Groomed with a leper's hand
Combing in the coins from the stone
Face of a dead bitch
I ate your young
They lived long enough to see my stomach
Which growled and the Earth
She cleared her throat
Dead
What is "dead"?
She threw all of those children
Wrapped in each other's limbs
Like trees of widowed love into the sky
Which died
It fell, it falls
It punches holes in the dirt
Everything, and I mean everything
Is coated and sopping up
While all of the babies
Tarred and feathered
Throw their Binkies on the floor
And cry

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