They all come back after last year’s croaks

There in the cellar a man shouts at another ,excess of a voice over the man’s listening.A soft brown dog is tugging at man’s leash.Dog shouts from tautness ,from dog’s flesh in excess over the man’s control,his flesh in the elbow, his brain tissues over a bone.

I try to make my own shouts heard in verse excess of a bog over frogs, no longer alive.

They all come back from last year’s croaks.

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