Mr. Bowden

Darkness and smoke, and I am being led

Down a path of ambiguity, Dread.

Legs fixed in place with sounds that overwhelm,

A Life Shatters.

Red blood cells the doctor says to the man.

No bigger than a penny when enjambed.

They traveled like sledders down the veins 'till

with cruel intent they found their target----- death.

Oh Sanguine! Oh Holy! Oh Potent flood!

Which pours down and gives life to every,

You've forsaken us tonight and we weep!

we weep.

For Curtis.

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