fields are empty variation
your mind rolls down a hill like a rock
frees itself from the ground on a ramp into the sky!
harvesting has just begun / ride metallic horse into field / dogs of war bay with gloves instead of cries / blisters and sore instead of fur / corn mother hides corn children from us / sky is gray and thick like concrete / it grinds our heads when we move too fast / water that bleeds through it soaks clean / horse sows rust into field / and from war we reap corn
the whole thing reaks of "bean serfs," and "tomato samurai."
why not post something for delight of the season?
frees itself from the ground on a ramp into the sky!
harvesting has just begun / ride metallic horse into field / dogs of war bay with gloves instead of cries / blisters and sore instead of fur / corn mother hides corn children from us / sky is gray and thick like concrete / it grinds our heads when we move too fast / water that bleeds through it soaks clean / horse sows rust into field / and from war we reap corn
the whole thing reaks of "bean serfs," and "tomato samurai."
why not post something for delight of the season?