will be submitted to the ground's throat
and the ground will morph into a nightingale
singing fertility aloud.
a body wreathed into its end yesterday
and another came to church this morn
with a tongue donned with colours of testimonies.
my father told me he once saw a dog
laid beside another dead one
shoving his pleasures into it—necrophilia
biology is too loud with the relationship between water & man
it coughs,
the human body contains 70% of water
yet a boy drowned in the village river sometime in june—
and his mother kept cussing the river goddess
for its theft
what do we say about this?