by Alan Catlin
In this post-impressionist
dream, a pond is a pit
bordered by tar, mounds
of it like fire ant hills gone
septic from wounds the earth
was not made to bear.
Flowers on the water
dissolve in viscous mess:
diseased, mottled, shriveled;
the unholy stink of it.
Alan Catlin has published numerous chapbooks and full length books of poetry and prose. Pygmy Forest Press is publishing the collected "Deep Water Horizon" poems.
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