My dire skin flakes off
and lands in piles on the floor
as if in the song
she sang yesterday.
The fresh binding shines, toughens
as I stretch my thews
and show my new bluff.
Here I stand astride it all
and pump my new blood.
January 24, 2011 6:07 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.