Blue Ribbons
I accept that your blue ribbon
Falls across your neck
Blue snakes coiled and
Platted through your long grass
Your chest undulates once
As though the subsidence
Fell to order via a female
Sergeant Major, 'drop, halt'
Drilling your chest and
Slipping her drill baton
Beyond the displacement
Of earth and into your natural
Ditch, lucky bitch, swollen
Bloody pitch of bramble
Trail your ribbons once again
Snake your way through sex
Rub your shambles
Slip through your ditch
The land below your neck.
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