Monday, 8 February 2010

Trust You.

God, god, god
Does the earth never smile?
Do I smell through cracker nostrils?
Do I fly over smoking peace?

Cry for your army
The soldiers at the top of creation
Singing war doves
Bullet over troubled salt
Risk knowing. Risk feeling. Risk shouting.
Perverted scarecrow fucks his crown
Light a match.
Watch the hay burn.

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