by Jerry Ratch
They left their great need
behind
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
Feathers
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)
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A real longing in this piece.
Very nice, Mr. R.
(Haven't had time to read your longer pieces recently. Sorry. Time. Can be a fickle mistress!)
Thanks, Sally!
Fickle Mistress was the name of my rock band, long long ago!