To walk the field again

through his wrist, flashing up
threads of pigment

as in life

the fibres
of a stinkhorn (high plains drifter)

on a large cream ground
for hands.

In juicy disgust the skin tingles
busts from the archive
tall on fire
a shredded flag
sparks carried on the air buzzing


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