Free from death for now
The long alimentary canal
Glides along with the
Churning tremors of a saline slime
Where air is driven
Beneath elastic tubes
In pink gutters
Draining toward the only light
That faces in and out
To search for little spies
That lurk in mucus swamps
Devouring the green seeds
Where the lush force
Of foam and stone
Grinds everything it feeds
The spilling plant life
Just concealed
Now gives it once
That last release
Until it breathes
Ted Goodell
December 22, 2008
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