Sweep the jackals nest

the hungry cemetery devours the dead
swallows them whole
– the belly of the beast
– the dirt thrown on top, frozen ground, forecasted snow

the stillness of the cemetery
hip hop priest spitting sermons
buried with the flarf machine – skeletal words now free of the past – skin eaten away & the bones remain

the first erection scared him
the first ejaculation and he thought he’d broke it
running to him mother with globules dripping

his mother laughing
the redness of her mouth
teeth, stained and a tongue that could sweep the jackals nest


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