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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 12/22/2013 1:29:00 PM
intense and powerful work. Well Done!
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Date: 8/13/2013 11:13:00 AM
such an experiential work without direct exposition of thoughts... i like your style, sarah!..:) huggs
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Date: 7/5/2013 3:36:00 AM
This poem really got me thinking. Love your style. Gottah come back and see more recent stuff you've written. Always, Laura
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Date: 5/13/2013 12:21:00 PM
I like your poem. I have read it a number of times now and pick up different thoughts after each read, which I enjoy very much. A far reaching piece. Well done. I look forward to reading more of your poems.
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Date: 4/20/2013 12:05:00 PM
Very intense piece with much truth. Edward
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