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A Salute to Vile (Ode) by MacFrantic
You shut 'round now
I can see your glory
Filth in the river's purr
Comes one step and vomits
So I can pull you down
Yank your bilious chain
You ill gagging wreck
and
This sounds a devil
Broken glass evermores waiting
Preening dead parrots
In the Autumn's stench
It has been a tough dismemberment
Of the eyes
and the loins
Happiness in a savage rot
My rhyme is shattered
And you continue that blasting
That tumultuous
undulation
That fever becomes you
Stop it
Rat-a-tat-tat
Stops
a-tap-tap-tapping on the glass
Boxes and empty and all
Of the crushing
Crunch The sound of drowning in my head
The sound of helplessness
And blood
siphoning out my bones
The world is a peeling
Dislocated calm
A pale bruising
scarring
crimson wound
This ball of coarsing veins
And spitting tongues
It turns of a swollen
Boil
and ruptures in our sleep
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