In the end
it gets you.
sucks you into its formless
eternity
head first
then the arms
the chest,
entrails,
feet, toes
and so on.
Swamps are
the still centre that rivet
us, glue us to the earth.
MANJU PRASANNAN PILLAI
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I would like to translate this poem
Attraction of the swamps! Nice.