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Moonlit Feast

Doug Poole

sweet cabbage tree
have mercy on me
for in this moonlit hour
I devour your pith heart
share your secrets with Morepork
and cast your husk skin
to the black eel

sweet black eel
have pity on me
for in this torch-lit hour
I devour your soft flesh
share you between three
and cast your siliva skin
to the cabbage tree

wavered moonlight,
at my feet
sandstone and lichen
above my head
ponga frond and epiphyte

sweet creek take
hold of me, naked
for in this deathly hour partake
of my erotic warmth
let me hunger emmersed
in your icy waters
sweet pith spoken
sweet flesh broken