Dark earth brooding
Mozzies, biting flies or
imaginary gnats
Landing hits on tender skin
Body and limb squelch away, in yielding earth
While trees with wet boots trudge in cold cold sludge, & breathe
& breathe
through straw-like roots, that snorkel out and up;
Decay, everwhere, creeps once more
Into nostril, lung and pore
Aargh!
I know you have a purpose
But why must
you be so awkward?
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