I’ve blacked my face
And camouflaged my fears
Driven my frightened heart in a
Muddy truck
To the entrance of Hell
Where I’ve sung to you
In forgotten languages
Of a callous love sprung from the
Life sack.
Flown from the birth sheet.
When only the ticking of unseen birds
Betrays the silence.
And a combat of trees bleeds green..
.
M. Paul
Picture Nick Victor
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