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STILL LIFE IN THE SHADOW OF A VOLCANO Frances Justine Post | It doesn't lurch exactly not to the eye or hum little pills of dirt dogs dash intent through town a fox pair gambol through of eggs a muddying vegetation will not singe just yet or lean slate the waves with their tops blown off beaching a tightening Last night you dreamed of birth something you'd forgotten vermilion crimson pale tendrils mammalian membrane strange clots Follow the signs you are worn still it won't stop you can't wait It trembles what you're facing this ends natural won't change disaster.
__ I have never seen a volcano, but I often have dreams about birth going terribly wrong |