Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Cultural Gulaš
Watch lumps of meat
float buoy-like in gelling
sauce, lightless
beacons warning off
submission, still
thickening the paste.
This mélange
tends to homogeneity with
intention of exhibiting
flavourful chunks.

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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