At the end of the creek in winter
Against the creek-ice
he did deliver on a poison promise to himself -
pop-point, a
surreal tangent of a desultory walk devolved - sudden flame flared up to stars overhead whirling - as He, with rough hands, continued to knead
her childish flesh, until a beginning brood did he strew into her virginal womb
– claimed without check as his own.
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Against the creek-ice he delivers
to the child a poison promise to himself -
pop-point,
surreal tangent of desultory walk devolves
flame flares
to the stars overhead
whirling
his rough hands knead child-flesh
beginning brood he strew-pours
into her virginal womb –
claimed without check as his own.
