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frog song wormwood dropped to earth and cracked and bled. like the sidewalk, and the suicidal head-- rolling limp from the river, basking on the banks, steaming bodies shook water from their ears-- come my children, said the rain that night. a guy drank a glass of water, and died. 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 and wires in her mouth-- groping one another's faces in the dark, we crawled upon the earth-- a ceaseless search for teeth, for eyes-- 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, a whale, a squid, 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? Many things have wings. #Unreal #Poem #Earth #FrogSong #NoOneKnows #Her #NewStars #Wings Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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