A gator’s gaze from rugged salad squint
tis a sight to behold for a guiltridden soul,
loglike afloat reflecting still on waters deep,
dank and rank with weedy pallor,
the tomblike greasy ivys disguised like killer
snake the vines of entwined stench the dearth
of sunlit easy death’s decay,
abode of silent snarls ensnaring fishy white
of sapiens’ bloodless souls for lunch
at sunless dusk amid glimmer afterthought
killed off by parched old moons.

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