torn from the clay,
a red river rat!
a hollow omen,
it mocked us
and died.
out that mud
five tons of muscle
couldn't ease us.
the men breathed
disquiet. they practically
wallowed.
cap'n said nobody ever
been tickled by a feather,
that's just cartoons.
I said, Jesus.
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