Secret Ingredients
Wetlands
sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun
–
restive fish
dipping into
the surface
Ravenous
nubile and supple
and every move reminds me
of my need for you
–
warm afternoon sun
sodden and hungry
awaiting the spawn
Tired
dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid
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