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The John Robert Doyle, Jr., Prize, Spring 2014
Brian Slusher
In the Worm’s Kitchen
In the worm’s kitchen, by the cold
stone stove, they bow in close,
for their words are slow, and they
whisper while sipping a cup of earth
of the last breath abandoned in
the caves of the lungs, the smart
thought rusting on the muddy
tongue, the blue blur of the startled
world rolling unstuck from its sockets,
and they pull their moist shawls
of loam closer and doze, knowing
how comforting nothing is.

©2014 Brian Slusher