The foreign century

August in April: how malarial
the creep of coughing gentlemen
dead in their leatherbounds

or dying in their women little
by little, and in spiteful ways.
And of the god talkers and sin

eaters and gloriers of pentecosts,
their loners’ plagues, I pray
dine on my chest, my malarias.

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~ by Jeremy on November 15, 2012.

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