From "The Carcass" by Baudelaire
And the sky was watching that superb cadaver
Blossom like a flower.
So frightful was the stench that you believed
You'd faint away upon the grass.
There behind the rusty tire well of F150's
the glass eyed, rust colored raccoon quivers
behind the birdcage of desire and hears the
tick of drums and the useless trills of runner's heels
cutting through the dense woods of libraries and
the health department.
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