Ghost-woman with
ashes on her
breath
Reveal the fly-
blown faces
of the gone
The Brimingstone in
a barren land
The pliant meat
done to a turn
With all the dead
of a decade
wading in
Led Throgh this
pale hygienic
glow
With hands held
stiffly behind
backs
The Brimingstone in
a barren land
The pliant meat
done to a turn
In this house that
had once been
Human
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