Thursday, June 9, 2011

Repatriation

The dirt and the filth. I'll return to them soon. Perhaps in this lifetime but certainly not yours. These bones will be starved in the bleach of the sun. High upon a dune of disease. Where flesh melds with sand and maggots feast. Cleansing decay from putrid tissue, all dead all rotting always working.


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