In Revalations Bosom
In the bosom of the earth I wept,
Wept like a child of genocide.
And unto its rising back I was laid bare,
Bare like a million corpses…………
Lust and un-fruitful explosions blackened her lips,
With death, lips that where once potent with pure life.
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