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Skull Pit

Skull Pit; gaping maw.
An Ozark orifice which
sits hungry. At the bottom
of its calcified esophagus,

piles of black guano
shine in the gloom.
Splatters of bat proteins
reach up for the

unsuspecting and excited
spelunkers, who think that
they are the first to
traverse the nocturnal

stony birth passage of
Eastern European, flying,
hairy cliché. They don’t
realize the shit that they are in.

David M. Buhajla is a poet and writer who lives in the Arkansas Ozarks with his wife Marci and his daughter Maya. He is an English professor at Arkansas Tech University.

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