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He hung a grunting…
weight, battered and venerable and homely.
His gills were breathing in / the terrible oxygen…
the frightening gills, / fresh and crisp with blood.
The iron kettle…
sings on the stove
With crayons the child draws…
a rigid house / and a winding pathway
The brown enormous odor he lived by…
was too close, with its breathing and thick hair
The pigs’ eyes followed him, a cheerful stare…
even to the sow that always ate her young
The inside of a volcano, black, and full of ashes…
then it was spilling over in rivulets of fire
It was sliding beneath…
a big black wave, / another, and another
Be careful…
with that match!
Oil-soaked, oil-permeated…
to a disturbing, over-all / black translucency
And the mountains…
look like the hulls of capsized ships
The waterfalls spill over uninhabited glades…
glittering, like a spread of beautiful rugs
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