Choked Out Blossom
Copyright (c) 1994, Michie Sidwell
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  CHOKED OUT BLOSSOM
 
 
  Writhing in the shame of skin
  Spilled lips
  With the imperfections of word
  Sought to make like prettier
  In the white rapture
  Of oiled paper
  Blends the spectrum of tear
  With the colours of coughed blood
  Pulverized by the rape of the earth
  The swallowed seed shoved into a cell
  From the womb till the headkick of light
  And this is why the babies cry
  But learns to adapt to blood and shadow
  Killing and maiming
  By the gun or the more primitive murder
  Of the word
  Struck the hammer inside
  And smothered the eyes with death prose
  The prepared fable of the grave
 

