Blood

Fear is a spiritual relief Physically I am fear Mentally I am fearless A pulse of understanding But will a vein transfer? A heart, a lung? Taste the sweat taste the fear Taste the blood Carry, cradle the bald baby Master the meaning of love Who said that life was a misery? A sting, an ache, a hurtful word. Artificial fun, That has what has become Horse for Beef Beef for Horse We are only skin and meat operations For Allah Suck our pure and false blood, A clot, a knot that ties our tongues This machine has turned us to metal And dried us without pegs or hooks All the glittery eyes They are now colorless Non-existent, numb.