Skunk Cabbage
No bloodroot yet,
no crocus.
Only the bad breath boiling
skatole and cadaverine,
drawing cold bees
to the furnace in the shroud,
warming rigid honey
with the hot sweet stench of spring.
No bloodroot yet,
no crocus.
Only the bad breath boiling
skatole and cadaverine,
drawing cold bees
to the furnace in the shroud,
warming rigid honey
with the hot sweet stench of spring.
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