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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Swamp Girl


image by Maria Sibylla Merian (Public Domain)

In the heat and thick of the mangrove swamp
Katie met a man
He was a stranger ‘round these parts
and had an evil plan
He didn’t know but soon found out
To his regretful shame
Don’t mess with a girl from the mangrove swamp
Calls snakes and crocs by name
They bit him bad then drowned him good
He sank into the mud
His body feeds the mangrove trees
The roots will drink his blood.