the earth cracked open
and poured forth in blood
covering my land
til’ the flies came
and blackened the sky

so i dug and i dug
a great, deep hole;
a gaping cavern,
to catch the torrent,
and i covered it over
and forgot about it.

sometimes at night
when my head is laid out
and the wind is quiet
i can hear the river raging
beneath my leaden skull;
so i let it lull me to sleep
with dreams of Charon
waiting on coin…

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