And from out of it comes me,
flows me
and my trenches
the way I have dug them,
considering
the word,
more than torn or gouged,
but dug
through the flesh
and the bone
with my fingernails,
into the dirt
into the slime
of my insides...

That is what I come from,
life and breath
from sand
and sludge,
between viens and clay
the battlefeild
of bloody me,
barbed wire fences
with dancing marrionette
bodys
strung on
gallows of thorns....

02/20/2002

Posted on 02/20/2002
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