Ann Politte The 2River View, 5.1 (Fall 2000)

Uttering Blood

The mourning woman
warned me to welcome
shells of corpses, to brood
the spot of contagion.
Bright red shocks as eggs grow,
wasted, loose from the pod.
A muscled core shrivels, ebbs.
Witness the flow.

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