Dig the Earth
By birksy
Dig the earth, breathe the stench from people’s soiled breath. Move the unnecessary, shred the unkempt, stain the thoughts long buried. Burn the corpse, no longer covered, waste no moments, let them lie, no need to show them, the lights not clear, Depress the skull to it’s lowest form. Love thy neighbour, respect thy ancestor, keep thy prying hands to thyself, you’re a burglar, you’re a menace, you’re a stealer of death throes, you prolong each suffering. Be brave, unlock the cage, bring me in with an hour to spare, you may not like what you find, but then it’s not about you, or me. Written July 21st, 1999 © on Jan 04 2002 08:58 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 13
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