short the spam of arms and legs and head the eyes, so short like a louse on a dog or bird feather of a sort jumps high like a flea with a springing knee the flesh dies to jerky to black earth ashes the days the nights the hours years the sun the moon did you see me? the seconds flee by, they float eat the egg and liver, drink the breast milk hunt and stab kill for meat of the animal with hair breathing the air tooth and tongue the food pyramid apex make the large stone swath path for ruddy man of the carts and cars coughing spewing oily fog slamming the dog the cat the ibex the rabbit the ground hog, roadkill like a dog shortening the limbs the fingers & the spine the pearly whites, the necrotic black bone nipped the seat that wines and dines on French cuisine or smells the violet lavender at home or pincers the rooster's pink comb short the span of the orange ditch lily in the sun short the run 6-21-2022 3.6 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Ditch Lily
21
Jun