miercuri, 20 noiembrie 2013

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 the woman crusader

 I cover the heart of the rain
 with one only tooth
 the woman crusader is spreading
 her gown is raining stars
 above a mountain her footsteps
 are crushing the neck
 of the unspeakable man
 is a shuffling of a thought
with round cheek is bowing
the smile is fading away
 the woman becomes dark
 is the day of Sabbath it’s the day when
 blood pours into goblets
 pray, dance and drink
 till the angels return
 with an iron foot
the crusaders cut deep
the wax shoulder
the woman bleeds
tomorrow on we will not
give tribute
they mumble when hemming
savagely the woman’s abdomen
with sand breast

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