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Monday, September 2, 2013

The Weight of Frogs

The holy city (Babylon)
The city of blood & whores & drugs
Eleven infants cast
Into her hand
Seven kings ago
We dined on Adam’s mud
& the scarlet color of love
& the passage of time
Could be counted in bodies
Between sword & sheath
The weight of frogs
& the exhalations of inbred sisters
Conjoined at the head
& a species of insect
Makes the honey sealed heaven
A shelter
From whithersoever
Their foreheads fill
With blood
Comes down
The starry wheel serves
Opened by servants
& killed by reason

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