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FRANZ KLINE

the taste of iron and the fear of death

Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters. -Georg Trakl

can you hear croaking amid the whispers of midnight
it's the splashing against the wings of finer things
those beings and creatures that some people deny
this noise is axe-heavy with the taste of iron             and the fear of death
this sou…