Benoît Pioulard
Aeolian Death Song
go south little ones & trace a path up above my headfull-mouthed little ones with throbbing throats of worms that mum fedall pecking breath does face a crackling leafy redno sudden death persuades our roots to stare up aheadgo south little ones & trace a path up above our bedsthrough florida across the gulf & then drop deadour bodies rot on some infertile dusty plain in texasin decomposing we all cry out as the others peck usrise in a swarm & swoop to glide obliging cardinal returnoh heaped flaming leaves to stifle cogs of cyclic autumn stasis burn
From Letras Mania