the raw
starving hunger
that bites and claws
that swallows a rainforest
slash'n'burn the fire on the frozen
lake … poker stoking the kiln my stomach
aches saliva running down the river a mouthful
poised on the fork … a throb of chanting drums
rhythmic croon of labour cracking a cocoonut
the hand grips the rosewood awl … like
a plunger dredging up the clay the
abyss in the pit of my stomach
like sobs of laughter gasp
thick black hole below
pulsates like a boa
constrictor
18.54, 2.12.12. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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