Great Clods

Great clods of shit

sunk ship melodies

of cloying cold bells

and drowned rat sentiment.

Empty red buzz paper-eyes

an eager chorus of harrying flies,

great clods of shit go floating by,

with splintered beams,

rank sodden seams,

bob through coursing streams,

and wave goodbye!

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