The frog men sat criss-cross-apple-sauce around a campfire,
roasting oozing green smores on naked cattails.
Frog chief blew a bubble in his throat to call his wives,
and one by one they appeared,
eyes like floating tennis balls on black water,
Then the chief began to swell
until he rolled and wobbled on the putty shore.
The frog wives surrounded his vast bouncing body
and clenched their thighs before he took his final breath–
Like vultures they descended,
landing ravenous upon the chief,
vicious gums thrashing at his skin
tearing the webs that bound his feet–
and ate him whole.
The frog men could only stare
at the wives licking life’s syrup from smacking lips,
hopping back to the pond, turning to ripples as they dove…
Calm came for only a moment,
then the water filled with tadpoles,
blossoming like blood.
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