Do not try to flute?
drinking the lianas,
wearing a fatigue. Then comes?
the shoot. Like a scarecrow
I sway? the slug? passes through me.
You ask me to turn over?
the death mask?
giving a smile. There was no
reprisal. Must bring under reins?
the pounding heart? I cannot talk.
Alone to mend my grief, the
scaled loss of bliss. Do not want to
use any metal. Poverty becomes
my strength. Fears will stand with me.
I am empty like a glass.
