Monday, 6 November 2000

From "Iterregnum"

By Geraldine Monk.

Outthoughts of Mouldheels

I swear
folk dropped dead either side
of curse – they had a tendency to –
we didn’t invent mortality
death came regardless
but the mind slavers – turns cannibal –
chance is connected – devoured
throats hurt – constrict
the inflamed lump of raw foresight –
swallow and keck
swallow and keck
keck.
Unfussed as always the
dead bled fresh blood –
I swear
they needed no encouragement from us –
willingly – with gasp
the shrieking and the
foul yelling
sucked out
long
at last

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