molded samruai, dry samruai armor.
pinched flesh, stuck in the back with a bayonet.
body is now reaching down,
just barely missed by the arrow.
Pick up the sand to ignite the waters.
falling down, possums form of hi
the forgotten windless plain.
on the over hang of a cliff,
beaches sprawled around the cove,
inside the petri dish my little angels,
our little insects, divine scope, the doctor under the finger nail.
The fall of sightings of death,
meat caught in the cross hairs, in the middle of the road...
IN the MUD.
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