ASCENDING ASH-ENDING
I shiver in the blossoming scent
near the sewage treatment plant
while the radiant sun
feeds the hematophagy
of killer horseflies
and lets in the vital breeze
the residual throb
of an incomplete combustion,
filling the lungs with air
stabbing the tongue with taste.
I climb the smooth hill
and I drown in the waste.
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