Friday, February 4, 2011

This Bloody Land

The swollen roots
  Rise out from the gums
Surfacing like a thin dry mouth
 the land smacks their messages of thirst
Heard screaming
 like the swollen bellies
of a starving child
 through the fierce blows
 of the cruel northerly wind
That bleeds messages of hopelessness
 Over the red hot razor sands

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