“a man coughed up an intact blood clot shaped like a lung passage“
sprung fully formed
like a god from the lung
will you rot back
into a travesty of spring
what birds would roost
in the untuning forks of your limbs
and what would they sing
like a real tree do you yearn
to be free of oxygen
bronchial to a fault
would you burn
Extraordinary poem; extraordinary story!
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