I can't take their rotten breath
and broken jaws that spew,
and nothing interesting
other than their discolored,
and faded spittle,
thrusts forward-
only to meet the ground.
It sizzles and hisses
in the dead, unfertile earth.

Only then,
does their passion show
as they lick, frantically,
at their feet,
their deadened and grey tongues
wrapping around their gnarled
and disfigured toes;

But the earth
has already absorbed it,
leaving them too dry to cry.
 
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