2nd Place
Rhea Seren Phillips – ‘Half Quack’
I sang to the water: its black
weeds tangling hiraeth that skyjack
our half quack. They made us mute.
Their ammonia rusts our thighs;
gauche putrefies flesh, pulverise
that pine box otherwise they’ll dilute us.
Sing for the land of our fathers
in warbling arias that slathers
and lathers quixotic aphelion;
spuming, pulpous asafetida
sullies flesh; skittering amoeba
taunt the Nepa that bolide prion.
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