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Melting Lead<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ve heard it all my life. Pull up A gland in your neck will make Pull up a chair inside yourself and listen. Listen A westerly with jagged teeth snaps a beech A fallen tree sounds the air if ears will hear the bellied trunk for firewood.\u00a0 Pull up a chair wounds the earth, and wounded earth sifts root for days, a spectral beacon at the water\u2019s edge. Lead hands a blister at its centre, cave bled to its heart. Pull up is filled with leaden hands, molten leaden hands Pull up a chair inside yourself and listen.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nA chair inside yourself and listen.<\/p>\n
\nyour eyes pulsate, bulge with malignant staring.<\/p>\n
\nto a tale of lead hands melting.<\/p>\n
\nIn two.\u00a0 Lead hands melt inside its hollowed core.<\/p>\n
\nits cracking bones.\u00a0 Leaden hands will cannibalise<\/p>\n
\ninside yourself and listen as a fractured stump<\/p>\n
\nfrom shallow ground. A pyre ablaze will burn<\/p>\n
\nmelted down to liquid silver pouring into the world,<\/p>\n
\nA chair inside yourself and listen as your hollowed core<\/p>\n
\nfilling the empty centre at your heart.<\/p>\n