Thursday, 5 December 2024

my god the maggots’

 my god the maggots’


my god the maggots’

debridement 

across the severn bridge

seven maggots (or more)

sucked at the mud at

the liver’s low water all along

this artery at the celtic fringe

of healing like eels on heels 

sad they will never fly as high 

as you will soar above

the mountains of your recovery

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