sex and death
the sour animal beloved
eats the decomposed
in the cool day of rapture
it eats the wet soil, the wet souls
repelling like two currents
identity
they are siblings
she is a timid thing hiding
in the dark mobile of bones and arrow
he is a morbid thing
a body of foothills and cubbies
a place for snakes and beetles
she is a bird
fear carving her like a tomato
fear is his sedimentary path layer of mud over layer of mud
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