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Each Red Drop

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floating on a cloud

in the waves.

Resting

on a bed of coals

a board of nails.

Wallowing

Wallowing.

Regretting

nights of daylight

and days so dim

and black.

Crippling

squeezing

empty veins.

Searching

for each red drop

to spatter

on a fine white gown

or a gentleman’s kerchief.

Filling lungs

intoxicated

with volcanic ash

and deadly fumes.

Weeping

screeching

till night and day

disappear.

Sweeping up

invisible remains.




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