throat of a genus

in early baths
turned autumn 
the genus rose
as flesh flower bulbs

they dropped in a fall 
and a scar was torn
for centuries it burned 
on a hot brown back

they want to be told:
all the foe made fawn
their kingdom come

all the while
kill color in his palm

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