Lowly Creatures

The five-hearted worms
costume as evergreen fingers.
I am party to their massacre,
crushing aortic arches
as I have become lost in pine
forest memories. Mid-stride
a wormhole tunnels the concrete
from two thousand nine to later spring, year unknown,
but it is green, and I am small
and frightened by the refugees crawling
to their massacre from the flood.
I stop to convince myself of the reality of needles--
Movement!: I am incriminated.

04/04/2009

Posted on 04/04/2009
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