i miss my homeland. i see the greenery
reflected in my eye staring back from the mirror,
pierced with blackberry barbs, my eye
draining the day with a downward glance. and
that great tree stretching its arms long, cicatrix hands touching the sky
where metal giants swayed their shoulders and sighed
an electric cutting breath.
i scream the body electric
because song never suited my tongue --
and i scowl at their heavy metal arms, raised to the sky
like a prayer for rain --
i will grow my nails like claws
and tear flesh from the bone
if only they would see --
and nobody knows this lobotomised gaze
my blackberry eye glazed,
by those tortured frontal lobes.
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THE OCEAN
Poésie'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
