Chin Taken
Salt
flavours
the
stench
of death
Light speaks
with the spaces
lets define the light of speed
Taste the air
as smoke and mist mate
Listen listless lists the list
The sound mothering words
in the echo caverns of within
Screaming from the unheard din
of flesh parcelled bone
each must call his own
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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