Fucking is trying
To force reincarnation
And when I'm inside you
I feel alive
Bucking and baying
Going and staying
In and out
of the barn
We come and
we go
Suckling from the cow
Dancing with the bull
When you're inside me,
I feel alive
In the black soil
We rock and roll
We spread the manure
All over our bodies
And we feel alive
We feel alive
We feel our lives
For dreams were yesterday
And excrement we are
From God's hands molded
But we can be gilded
With gold if we try
We think in vain
We try again
But excrement we are
and we backslide in the manure
we will grow again
and die again
and grow again
and die again
Author notes
this is not about reincarnation
8/21/08: i don't know about this piece. . . i like the intricacy of it, but it seems really, uh, lumpy at the same time. not my best, but my newest.
8/30/08: "10" in the above contest.
A contest entry
- Favorites (Invite Only) by Lj-.
600 points, ended August 29, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I like this.
The first line really sucks the reader in.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck!
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thank you.
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