My Fossil
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Mark R Slaughter
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Bowels in pain
Thro' wrench of torsion
Call down to
Death's open mouth
Calls back
Thro' woody tongue
Renting drum
He hears
The hideous craftsman
Frames out a box
Comfort for the corpse
Eternal
Thoughts infernal
Open wound of mind
When I carbonise
Fossilise
Will partnered parts of oak
Betray
A sort of cloak?
SU LPH UR
Through the stench
Hell
Drizzles
Upwards!
To go
I croak.
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