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He woke in cruel synergy,
a sort that tingles like an old

collection of hands he'd slept on.
he rose on webbed ankles,
a stinking animal in a hole of light.

"Come forth." He did not move,
plucking a worm gently. Martha wept

her milky, roseate skin raw as shrimp.
His brother, never mentioned

had dashed himself to bits
from on high. By what right?