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to organisms storing dispersant indefinitely in your soft tissue

 

in my shock
in my horrified    outrage

I scream     a banshee pain
like a deluded scottish queen

(out     out     damned spot)

wringing my unclean hands
oblivious to the thick blood
cloying the surface

of this oil slick

exploding
leaking

crude

from
my
own

veins

 

 

poets for living waters (open mic s-z) — june, 2010

 

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