Lying low on the beach of the lake,
small as a snake,
a naked leech.
Its body deflates as I bathe—
as I dive in the wave—
it bakes in the sand.
I rise to a sea of them, boiled,
spoiled black in the sun—
bloodless beasts.
But I’ve a few bottles of beers
to elicit some cheers
on my day at the beach.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Lying low on the beach of the lake,
small as a snake,
a naked leech.
Its body deflates as I bathe—
as I dive in the wave—
it bakes in the sand.
I rise to a sea of them, boiled,
spoiled black in the sun—
bloodless beasts.
But I’ve a few bottles of beers
to elicit some cheers
on my day at the beach.
It’s convenient to ignore suffering.
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