All In Due Sequence Aids
All is not well
In this kibbutz
Distant thunder
Suffers, pardons
Armour crumbles
In this temple
Does the keeper's
Soul surrender?
Aren't the roots here
In this dark soil
Drinking like some
Suckers should?
And we will stay
In this dim light
Dragging echoes
Somewhere else
Aiming blame
In others' corners
Dowsing these flames
So we can breathe
And the wonder
In our slumber
Dregs our blood
So sick, so sick
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2013
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