Clash
in the success of an incantation
eruption from innermost
from orifices no longer veiled
from wounds aroused with salt
the beast withheld hitherto.
and war instantly declared
from the full blooming of our suspicions
from second chances, aloof
from our herpes kiss
from the gnashing of our ulcers
to partake in the immolation.
i crouch and gather the peeled skin
from burnings symbiotic
to be more than a shadow of
albeit less than composure prior.
in the success of the beast sealed
we settle on polishing an urn
whose ashes belong to a date.
poem by Chris Jelens
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