like mosquitos
men fall into the grunting mire
a place that swallows every inch
their hole existence
their memeory a foul stench
that rises through desolations
inch by terrified inch
explodes into a social
consciousness
how many bodies fell
the souls sloughed off
into an unperturbed
mire.

10/05/2004

Posted on 10/06/2004
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