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July
Tonight the swelling land
is feeding.
Its tangled coat
of overgrown fur shines
in recovery
parched
all-but burned.
In the cool night
the cane and cows and cancer cells
nurse in the darkest recesses
and multiply
sprouting stalks like fireworks
that explode and echo up the valley.
Beneath the sickle-moon we're consumed
growing more alone together.
is feeding.
Its tangled coat
of overgrown fur shines
in recovery
parched
all-but burned.
In the cool night
the cane and cows and cancer cells
nurse in the darkest recesses
and multiply
sprouting stalks like fireworks
that explode and echo up the valley.
Beneath the sickle-moon we're consumed
growing more alone together.
Published 31st Dec 2011
| Edited 4th Oct 2013
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2nd Jan 2012 8:05pm
3rd Jan 2012 8:36am
omg! i dont have the right words to explain how awesome this is. but damnit it is.!
really good work. :)
really good work. :)
8th Apr 2012 8:32pm
8th Apr 2012 11:26pm
4th Oct 2013 8:28pm
What do you like about it? It's definitely a tasty image-fest.
(Third line; apostrophe loiters)
(Third line; apostrophe loiters)
4th Oct 2013 10:01pm
Good catch. Wrote this in July 2011 and I never noticed that. I always put something different as my favorite or best when someone asks. I was just working on a line. "nurse in the darkest recesses/ and multiply" was "drink in strength/ and multiply" before. I liked the rest but not that line. It was up in my word processor when I saw the comp, so I pasted it. Thanks for the kind words on an old tune.
