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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3668 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Loving Large Steve Williams Lean back, eyelids stretched wide, caress dirt between knuckles, prone the body, sword ferns pierce soles, shoulders. Crank the body spit, unravel sweet flesh. Bowels are earth filled, donate breath to veins of leaves, shed sweat into lichen-haired skin. Become a nursery log, root entwined, holed by beetle, excavated by bear; heartwood crumbles, saplings erupt. No vultures for this rot, nor razing maggot: loam immersion, community compost, the parting of sinew to naked bones. Meld into blood-pitch, lie betwixt trunks who creak in the wind, climb their dark honeycombs; breathe an embrace of quiet years. Trickles of shade weave through maidenhair fern and vine maple, over this burial mound; varied glade of impossible blooms. |
