see among the scums, little worms
among the sandy desert, bulbous shrouds
with the best juices and honey you would not believe
the bees and ants flock to them
see among the thrownaway rotten apples
a heap of insects and others you would not want to see
among the carcasses, the hynnas and vultures
in their grotesque business of consumption
and see sheltered in these darkest hours
of yours, me, a seed in the crack of a swift and busy drain
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