Till its bleeding crack dries

The love he has is guilty as tarred grit
It dry retches for mouths
And hankers like a yellow addict
For a soft vein’s pulse

His inner lover says he must flog this guilty love
Smash it on rocks
Stone it
Till its bleeding crack dries
On bleached and deserted cliffs

So he strips himself raw
Shredded and licked by a Maralinga sun
Like his naked skin mattered
As if a spear’s gut piercing
Could gouge out the diseased and despised spot

Just then the earth opened up and swallowed him whole.

Till its bleeding crack dries

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

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To never feeling….alone

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