It slides up the smooth, damp tube
Rough friction as bristles squeeze through.
Quick slurpy toad-kiss
And it’s out. Deep channel of mud
Crust of old dried-out mud
Clings to the top of the long
Thin wand, reluctant
To join the rest. Blackness pushes
Though the gaps. So strong!
Stronger than the wilting head
Like a mushy screw, messing things
Up. Hairy caterpillar soaked
Coils smugly around the tip.
Gunky ammunition trapped in the gaps.
Scratching and pointing. It’s ready.