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Ravi Shankar
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Marrow-sprung, eucharistic fount, blackpudding beaten in a bucket, kept
from coagulating, final taboo sopped
in a tampon or gargling from a slit
carotid artery, left to darken in air
like sunset stored in citrated vials
for transfusion, thimblefuls of grape
juice, wedding ring on a leach finger,
brackish foodstuff for the undead,
not wrung from turnips, no denser
than porter, it flows filtered forward,
pumps from valves until it clumps.
© 2011, Ravi Shankar
From: Deepening Groove
Publisher: The National Poetry Review and Press , San Jose
From: Deepening Groove
Publisher: The National Poetry Review and Press , San Jose
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Marrow-sprung, eucharistic fount, blackpudding beaten in a bucket, kept
from coagulating, final taboo sopped
in a tampon or gargling from a slit
carotid artery, left to darken in air
like sunset stored in citrated vials
for transfusion, thimblefuls of grape
juice, wedding ring on a leach finger,
brackish foodstuff for the undead,
not wrung from turnips, no denser
than porter, it flows filtered forward,
pumps from valves until it clumps.
From: Deepening Groove
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