the times are
pissin' bubbles of blue
in the head
of the belly
of the black beast
i know so well
settin' out grain,
pickin' up the steel,
feel the full
of the moon
'neath the player of stars
trippin', tired
and cold
see this theme
in the small hours,
smoke risin' from
the spoiled stones
spillin' over the sad miles
of curvin' fields,
undercut
and tied
into knots
of earth
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i love the casualness of the word choice, it makes a statement. the simplicity makes it even more hard-hitting. i enjoyed it a lot.

