And All

Warts, lots of them
breaking out like molehills
nodules of smut
his farmhands knobbled
with them
on passage walls.

“Cowdung sourced”
someone said in a dry room,
“these eructations are
God’s little joke
infectious and misunderstood
hillocks on the lifeline
lumps on the loveline
myriad journeys
to public places
and private.”

then one morning
all gone
knuckles and palms
smooth as plums
able to chew himself
with a little relish
less gristle.

Where were they absorbed?
Which nurturing surface
which environment
drew them in
to itself?
























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