muddy feet stopped here sharp stinking swampy place Three scrawny explorers down by the stump where the sewage pipe drained We pushed Mark and he fell puked puked gasped puked shook shouted ran Hand over nose Brian named the swamp Brothers Bog Lake Latrine Field of Squeams Up the hill dry grass Brian slept I named the swamp slime slough squito hum piss marsh crusted gilled gray mushrooms breathing stink soft stick smack mud bare in gray green grove Today I mapped these pines for cutting. I do not know what to call this swampy bit. The boys have gone.
[Nialle Woods]
