A strewing of ingredients

When were these people made?
What from, the sugar of beetle
stomach or head crushed up
to a poultice on blinded eyes?
Not one upright, all bent for weight
they tote and investigate
every ass tacked on up top.
But for fat in their skulls,
but for pupils dipped in honey
and clouded so, all issued
warrants for running hardly,
all undressed in wild company
alike and not and rattling
their throats and hands off.
Calm never knew them, nor
lace, hammer, long buff or
a winter sat by fire and hums:
all they knew was people stew.

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~ by Jeremy on January 21, 2011.

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