Dungog

Mulberries

Steam rising to clean

Yesterday Away

Vulgar rouge liquid

Stains us as blood

Like the happiness

staining our souls

seeping in

like the rain which crawls

into tin houses

collecting moist tales

Then these gums

which appear in silhouette.

Running and breathing

to a nest of rocks

and plunge through thick

pulsating transparent

stuff

which hugs us

and green engulfs vision
till the steam rises once more

purging human.