For The Fallen

warm embrace impossible

discomfort unnoticeable

tongues touching indescribable

rain falling incessantly

irresistible acanthus 

spikes into flower

pale worm traveling

traversing from chthonic soil 

washed out 

exposed 

unable to aerate hard concrete 

flushed into

a fast-running rivulet down the trench

hand over stone sliding

body outstretched

ear   earth pressed

sand bulk above

massively invoked

many tendrilled    probing     choirs of lava

chirruping gossip

of the womb

of the Earth

deafening the roar of earth-grubs

chirruping in the armpit

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

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