The Sheltering Chthonic

Gregory Stackpole slays.

Into the Clarities

Tickle the trickling, pickling rot

mindlessly; or else solder –with fodder– that clot

— or let bleed, and proceed to relieve the disease

by attention, so end the well-pensioned distention

you’ve cuddled with smuggled-in mud.

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