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For China (Free verse) by Fear of Garbage

For China, vein of smoky, sliding seas, I owe each stripe or bar that makes the mesh, The kiss that flies from mouth to mouthing bees. For Pluto, god of red disease and flesh, I owe the spit and slop of gasping toads, The hearts of marble, cut and shining fresh. To bloody, waxy peel of weeping roads, I owe each blade of grass a cry of thirst, A gloppy, spitting shriek that chokes the codes. For Flora, plant who lives by dying first, I owe the female thought of skin and bone, The mammal heart that pumps my jerking birth.

JoyLuck 7-Mar-05/6:48 PM
i just wanna say...

CHINA!!!!!!




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