The Swamp
A town
mud in the
mountains
animals trapped
and dying
a life
paralyzing
eking out in the
foul and putrid air.
Drunken adults
sit motionless
around a
stagnant swimming pool
oxen stuck in
deep mud.
A woman falls
collecting wine glasses.
The others watch
holding goblets
like guns
sultry heat
sedating
like La
Mandragora
the human rooted
mandrake
nightshade.
The almost constant
thunder
announces a fall
a storm.
“I didn’t see
anything,” she says.
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