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The Maggot and the Fly




below in the ditch

climb onto my back


skull-leaved on the slope





uncoupling ornament

turning as a face might turn

coagulant feast from the fleece-pond


a bright boutonnière, moistened

lips, chest

blazonic

billowing on a limb


abortive husk floating the river

abradedstill warm



harvesters—black

between the maggot and the fly


august tide, a terminal seed