Poems

A Poem For Wetlands

 

Mixed into two feet of decay,

smells of death, and rot, and must.

It tears at cells of life

melting them into the muck.

 

This purgatorial zone eats life.

Draws it in, turns it, rolls it into heat.

Turning life, churning life, burning life

out of this dead thing.

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