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Punishment
 
Woman, bleed meadowsweet
from your hair. Dissolve all
oak's finest pollen, the coconut scent
of broom, your yellow gown.
 
Proteins rearrange, feathers form.
You are flown to peck
on maggots and rotten flesh,
chancing it in gutters, on verges.

 

 

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