where the skin listens
sky scrubbed grass fades
brown to gently seething swamp
foil of fallen buildings
question marks on mud
nails from evaporated boards
like slugs on brick
a sanctuary pit
where dying organs
form a choir
and resolve in tortured avatar
strings resurrect
the bones of my teeth
a serpent series glistens
the tank full of torches
burns with sweetest oil.
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