a line of black
molten they sing
with a warbling screech
gripping for dead humus and
bones like concrete
revolve the hum
deeply vibrating loose flesh and
fingers buzz on warm contoured
grips blood becomes vapor a
windy apperition
moving with will and purpose
pulse my life falls off
as the last tumbler slides into place
thud and careen
just barely in control
just barely
posted by GridPoet @ 8:41 AM
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hu·mus: ( P ) (hyms) n.
A brown or black organic substance consisting of partially or wholly decayed vegetable or animal matter that provides nutrients for plants and increases the ability of soil to retain water.
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