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wormwood dropped to earth and cracked and bled.
like the sidewalk, and the suicidal head--
from the river, basking on the banks, steaming bodies shook
water from their ears--
come my children, said the rain that night.
drank a glass of water,
blood rained upon the earth.
a rider slashed the clouds--
bats attended every birth--
everyone wore tokens on his eyes--
everyone wore resin in her skull.
everyone wore orange rinds in his mouth--
everyone wore tacks
in her mouth--
groping one another's faces in the dark,
we crawled upon the earth--
a ceaseless search for teeth,
raining blood in the dark.
you could hear the earth's guts churn--
we walked the highway--
large things hissed by,
sketched in the dark by the pattering rain--
you walked with your hands
on the shoulders of the man ahead. you felt
for softspots on your head. death became
the new birth. you grew accustomed to
it. you grew accustomed to the tap
of wings against your lips.
you grew accustomed to the I.V. drip.
we climbed a snarl of semitrucks,
a crumbled overpass,
it's what we did.
a hot wind flayed our faces. several times
we called the night eternal-
Then a new star appears.
No one knows its name.
Nowhere is it written.
No one even knows.
The light returns.
Blood stands stagnant on the ground.
The earth shudders, growing wings.
But the wings of what?
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