arrest
what will it take
to make it stop?
burned and broken,
it bleeds,
it beats.
life pours from it
like an open sewer.
my children drink from it
while I slowly
soak
the earth.
what will it take
to make it stop?
burned and broken,
it bleeds,
it beats.
life pours from it
like an open sewer.
my children drink from it
while I slowly
soak
the earth.
to make it stop?
burned and broken,
it bleeds,
it beats.
life pours from it
like an open sewer.
my children drink from it
while I slowly
soak
the earth.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 11:37 PM
1 Comments:
... blood soaked earth oozes, heavy and wet between my toes and from here I return to Neruda's happy hour of assault, in arrest, that's certain, to drink the wine, to watch the morning star burn, to bathe in the blood ... assigned to the crushing of the grape.
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