This Way Ends Poem by Jamie Dewyer

This Way Ends



said save us
with blue lips
and medicine
all the trips
the tides
the agony

we feel fine when
she won't vacillate
adjudicate
exonerate

this list of poison
song
and ventolin
waver through
and sift
the heilkunst

forbode fur-budan
the snails fate
his home shell fake
this meager plate

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