There is a subatomic
spasm in the garden.
Feathers swear him and the void
pushes downwards with the weight
of 100 murders, each of 1000
neutrons.
Biothanatus.
A supersonic tunnel
straight at the heart
of the crevicecenosis.
Drought within skin.
Volcanoes for eyes.
His own phosphorus yell
reaches him from behind
and impales him in the mountain.
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