Saturday, April 30, 2011

Alligator poem #12/The First Alligator (and it was good)

the face of this alligator
along black waters
in the mist of the earth
in the crouch of all creeping things
in the dream of the first man
in the flesh of his flesh
in the blood of his blood
in the sigh of his sigh
along the neck of his wife.

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