take a sip of anti-freeze
one time
at that puddle
behind your car
where all the animals lie
panting
in the cold
slick insides
burnt out tubes
choking, croaking
jingle of salvation bells
green slime
hallowed halls,
seeps into concrete
all the brown sad birds
whistle on winter mornings
lungs cold
baying out blearily out
with a straw take it in
hold yer nose
or it'll burn
heaps of death
and crumbled
rocks mixed in
concrete shell
sound of heavy feet in alley
scatter of thoughts
breathless
one last taste
'til
divinity.
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