The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.
-Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings
Unbelievable...
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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