Very new poem.
All comments welcome.
Tina
Fore Shadows
1.
thin as June cloud-
veins; blue seeping white
salt-skin miniatures
curled under fire
ploughing clumsy furrows
2.
mechanically expressed blood-
bubbles roll over
landscapes of simulation
3.
dew ret machine hands
scutching pith. white
flowering soaked
strong. still.
stronger.
dry.
4.
mother nature takes the piss
of her children as condition of growth
forget-me-nots
blossomed in streams
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