#454 (lead belt)

In the valley

the air swirls thick

with regret and

you keep mining

all my sapphire

thoughts, sharp, blue

crystals, hanging from

the bushes, shrivelled

by inhuman heat

and lack of passion.

The very ground we

walk on as tainted

as your conscience

and a fist full of lies

encompassing

a lead belt around

your waist.

 

© Matthias Grupe, 24th July 2018

 

3 Comments

  1. Fantastic expression. Listen. Would you be interested in writing for a collective? Let me know how to get in touch with you if you are.

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