The grease
What friction
Reduces
To grind
The grind oh
Finds blood
And fat
Mixed
Encaked
Choke down
The weeds
That grow
Like wheat
In waves
In dust
Like foam
Husk- ridden
Mouths of oh
Apeasant
Theethed
At table
Mimes
The frolic
Milling
Ceaseless
For this
Supper
Mouths of oh
Tongues cut
With circles
Scythed
Cries choked
Down
In blood
And fat
Arking
In the mouths
Of oh.
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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