Last Day

Collapsed in
The stream face up,

A tangled canopy
Of broken visions,

The flickering branches,

Clouds curdling
All crushed,

The stench of fresh vomit
All mingled with mud,

Nostrils burning,
Dogs circling,

Laughing from the base of his gut;

Teenage chanting
In the distance,

Screams fermenting
Undiscussed.

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