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See That my Grave is Kept Clean.

"XII.

Their spades grafted through the variably-resistant soil. They clove to the hoard. They ransacked epiphanies, vertebrae of the chimera, armour of wild bees' larvae. They struck the fire-dragon's faceted skin.

The men were paid to caulk water-pipes. They brewed and pissed amid splendour; their latrine seethed its estuary through nettles. They are scattered to your collations, mouldywarp.

It is autumn. Chestnut-boughs clash their inflamed leaves. The garden festers for attention: telluric cultures enriched with shards, corms, nodules, the sunk solids of gravity. I have accrued a golden and stinking blaze."

—Geoffrey Hill, Mercian Hymns (1971)

"The rocky Apennine backbone of Italy sends out curving ribs and throws up harsh vertebrae of stone."

"My friend’s autistic friend said: 'I'd like to let you all know that I now consider autistic a slur, and I want to be known as a Tylenol-American.' " —@ericmgarcia.bsky.social

Giant squid & sperm whale footage.