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| Ghosts Outside of the Glass - Copyright 2009 - Louise Ann Stowell - All Rights Reserved |
Lost Lake
scattered out
bits blowing under dry oak debris
the dogs
lick their bones
back to life
sinew stretching
in plumps to rip corruption
in the shallows
deep down white fingers
grasp
disjointed movement
suddenly scorched by
sunlight piercing secret holes
the hidden dead withdraw
to their raven pools
skirted by slime and brambles
searching
cloth and leather
tearing into living flesh
to raise scarlet ribbons
the sand is alive
liquid
sucking
at legs and arms
craving the caress... carrion
never alone
buzzing clamor
greedily fattening
their pearlescent bulk
in his city of maggots
no merry Jack is he
for children's stories
keeper of secrets
guardian of lost lake
Copyright 1995 - Louise Ann Stowell
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