PUTRID
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
#3
.A bridge of salty rock so itchy
At the sides of the lurid valley
And toes as cockroaches were curling
Creeping on the acidic soil.
A board of skin and bone
A board for you to tip-toe
Across and keep dry.
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