Wading through frogs going about business, not wanting God. the yellowed dead button eyes bear witness, glinting in the stinking reeds-- no forgiveness. crunching jellied bones among buzzards-- swooping dark stars blotting the blood-rimmed sun-- their hard, darting beaks going pick peck pick peck pick, raw cawing saw-winged Satans pulling at our pulsing hearts. |
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