In a land far-
a few plane rides away-
you see
Eyes that are bleary,
dried yet watery,
strained.
Coarse and unrefined,
everywhere, in the air,
dust or...
you feel the taste of it
under belly of a beast,
hoisted, pulled as...
small fingers had
grasped,
pulled,
latched-
and you had not-
and you can feel the stirring begin again.
No comments:
Post a Comment