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THE
RED POEM
only
from Thought’s dolphin
gashed
head to tail
and
flung ashore dead
could
Love have been birthed
washed
in brine elevated
to
stroll bare ashore
dripping
her fluids
on
dead fields to make
red
anemones
•
from
a word cadaver
sunk
at sea
in
a sewn hammock
she
as idea
out
of the cortex
bare
arsed and lovely
drips
on the floor
from
her menstrual parts
the
red poem
Alan
Marshfield
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