Swallowed Whole Poem by Shirley Harrison

Swallowed Whole

And as I trudge

trudging desperately

through dense fog

In all this thick sludgy mud

and all this debris

I'm surrounded by unsteady trees

swaying above me, as if they are alive

I'm shaded from light

and I'm wondering in complete silence

reflecting on it all

when, when

will it all change from mud into quicksand?

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