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Shoals of laughter,
Layered in deep blues,
dawning reds
and oh such a lovely pink
Hands wrapt in flesh,
fingers Talon'd and dug
Who held her fast as
the swaying boughs
kept their shilling
nay , shrilling turn
he sat and watched
and
Made Others too
Sit
the table covered in pale
shades of flesh,
skin tympanic
stretched taut,
Did He make those drums
finally,
as promised
Steel canisters,
tumbolas and tombulas
Tablas and Dhuns
Come together then
strike discordant notes
The pigs rooted and found
long , never-ending streams
Filled and overflowed
who knew that was how
long it took
What is known is
death comes slowly
and then creeps
but pigs know best
Snorting and rooting
Mine dogs are walked each
eventide
as she does the turn
then the skies fill in
bursts of sound
those cloud kiss't lips
and unyielding Ones
she finds that cloven
path to her place
Try, He does,
to bring her home
slowly She does
I like the way this starts.
"Shoals of laughter,
Layered in deep blues,
dawning reds
and oh such a lovely pink"
Is "cleaven" Canadian for "cloven"? I am not familiar with it.