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Pancreatitis
Glitter hands
Of fire sands envelop
Clawing cloying saw-toothed
Carving folds of distended skin
A rippling translucent sky to my
Pod of radioactive gut
Leaking out another sickly minute
Sixty shuddering sighs
My honey-sweat hair shells
And a ricochet of wispy cadavers
Barely float to litter the sides—
O Caesar: the knife and the light.
NJP 8/10/2003
