Decimation Row

Take a big mouthful

of sluggish mud river coursing

through the forest. Surround

us with stumps and

heaven tossing trees, un-

happy twisty grasses in the

soil, tendrils and vines

hanging fruity nooses and plaid suspenders.

Can you hear the forest demons

run skittering forlorn and un-

hinged in the leafy brush? Can you see them

hack and hew the emerald trunks?

How quick they advance, like infantry

humping their way while

we just wander through all stupid

and swing arms in fellow feeling hearing

only a cacophony of song. Dance

us through the sliced diced

woods, let us nibble at foliage willy billy

nilly, fill each other with birdseed

and peeled grapes.

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