Black Wheat, 1

by Jerry Ratch

They left their great need


when they were taken out of the country


They live without thought

of that blood

They do not respond to anything that

calls to it


They are shallow

They feed on image (alone)


Blood does not

shake their hearts

What does?


                        .                       .                       .


They imitate nature

They wear costume jewelry



This is all for show

They are shallow, insincere


When they smile they

take your soul

They lie without cause


                        .                       .                       .


Say things they don't mean

Do not know what they say


(They are really living)