Nile

Rivulets of such gravity
Haemoglobin cavities;
Blood falling thick as rain,
Thick as thieves disguised
In deepening red,
Plotting in clots
Through the depths of my bed.

This is where it all begins,
Mere oxygen,
Sheer hydrogen,
Globules in a stream,
A Nile along my forearm,
Neither white nor blue,
But red, and red, and red again.

The end of my existence
Will be the death of tea;
I donated blood today
And shared the leaves in me.

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