Synposium

Jason Y. Sproul

Carrion

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Hark, you Judas within:
Dark earth folding beneath marching boots
Mud-sliding between the strangling roots
Cut short the slow hanging-man
From gallows of my corpse, still
Gasping for the cold dawn air.
Why could we not wait till noon?

—Jason Y. Sproul copyright 2014

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