Blackberries

The blackberries lie swathed in a black mass
A jelly like substance clinging to their bones
Covering a browned piece of bread
Slightly dark
Burnt and wet in one corner

Teethmarks
Concave like an ingrowing ellipse
Appear and devour the morsel
Blackberies and seeds
Crunching under a row of white cemetery gravestones
Marching like sentries
Inexorably to swallow blackberries
Bread and all.

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