sicktion

zebra walls to watch
in eucayptus stench
fumes
less fetish
than to caw with crows
by yellowed day
and bloody night
there go the smug newly
shaved faces
in posthumous
glory after shitting box
posed as lemurs
gritted teeth eye
cut down upon another
listening
to an eiderdown
lament and a pupae
named Therese


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