Friday, April 26, 2013

Intentions Furrow the Brow



Wallowing on beds so greedy
she was lack of mother greedy
children raised the needy greedy

Fine she called now swine she called us
orange we feel now red she’d take us
down the river now who would save us

How intentions furrow the brow now
and attentions are withheld now
to establish greatest need now

Pregnant with wind
give birth to dust
with us
suffer

now

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