Black Wheat, 6
by Jerry Ratch
The soul was in the eyes but (it) isn't
The animal is in the body and can't be hidden
One senses the density of the blood there
Occasionally the soul rises to the surface
Occasionally the animal comes into the eyes
They use people and throw them away
. . .
One can't live in Europe all the time
One senses the density of the blood there
One needs sugar in the afternoon
They sit in white light
They stop in the colonnade, and go on in light
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Nice.
Thanks, Sally!
"The animal is in the body and can't be hidden"
Great line.
Thanks, Bill!
"senses the density of the blood" cool line. cool piece. had to stop at (it) in the first line and am still not sure, but I love the piece as a whole.
Thanks, Michael!
I don't know if I fully understand this, but it hits at a place beyond understanding.
Thank you, Tantra!