Oozy Sanguine Mud
They shed oozy sanguine mud
Faster than a mother's blink;
That flood, red and on phoenix wings, is
Submerging heads and cascading
Burning aqueous dirt past peeled tongues
Through constricted voiceless throats.
poem by Mark Challenger
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