Friday, December 08, 2023

a poem from back on Flamingo


Knew they did
The sharp broken sun
by yawning shadow of the valley would hide
their very soul

Rested there and waited
Fawning
O'er one another
Lusted and seeming to grow
Multiply, and all the while unseen

'Til rushing came the score
A thrust from the belly
When felt was the rumble
he cried "Let loose your bowels!"

And loosed the unloosened promise
burned through the ranks
living, in the Sodom of the land's silhouette.

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