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Poetry News Post #1883

Salt of the Earth

Written by: Terrene Malcanthet, Pilferer of Phalanges
Date: Monday, August 30th, 2021
Addressed to: Everyone




Yield the fruits and spoils,
Cankerous, fat boils,
Ichor, rancid lips,
Swirling dirt in sips.

Call them, they that fade,
Children, Earthen made,
Sanguine, skin frayed silk,
Curdled, blackened milk.

Sing us into being,
Setting shadows free,
Embrace the world anew,
The pure, the proud, the few.

Obsidian in our veins,
Salted, bitter, refrains,
Chorusing cicada screams,
Sundered cyclic seams.


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 10th of Khepary, in the year 497 MA.


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