~it was after supper
Master came to take his eyes
earlier in the day
those eyes betrayed his weakness
the weakest hand left the hoe
to shade the weaker eyes
as across the furrows they crawled
undulating like a black snake
on the shimmer of heat rising
framed within an open window
her glistening white breasts
fanned by the flat face of Jesus
from the first baptist church
that’s where they laid him
there among the unmarked
where the grass grows high
scratched upon the stone
~Henry~
that, in itself, made him special
Bronze trophy winner
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