Flooded Grass
like vultures and yet
like pigeons on the vine you made for thee
the branches crack over the open fire
yet, how to thee
i relinquish all thought
i can't stand on my own two feet without help
like locusts you feed on my cadaver
don't speak yet
i speak alone in whisper
tines strike threw my night
the sky blinded
by only the illusion of despair
don't regret to walk
take your time
Copyright © Ariel Martinez | Year Posted 2010
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