DOUG PAUGH The Visitors They come for the new death. The cold birth under cemetery rock. Lines in the face deepen. Gully. Caskets of color fall in the way of rising.
The Visitors
They come for the new death. The cold birth under cemetery rock. Lines in the face deepen. Gully. Caskets of color fall in the way of rising.
DOUG PAUGH Fight Song Dog is alive! Heart of her feet pound hard against damp grass. Snorting exhales darkness, runs warm into her. Cold bobs and heaves, hands a whippin'.
Fight Song
Dog is alive! Heart of her feet pound hard against damp grass. Snorting exhales darkness, runs warm into her. Cold bobs and heaves, hands a whippin'.