John M. Bennett

 

Fooled

bog roof and lore         the gas tent
eel rotting         festive corpse light
the trawl sunk         your tubes shivered
and your blood comb         sprayed the wall
long towel burnt         crust ,spent ,chattered
breathed the sugar         dead soap and


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