Drinking like savannah beasts at rivers edge she
is left to ferment
lethal like wine in an hourglass
she denies death and is weaponized
she defies god and is made a woman
she aims and in doing perfect harm is made
stricken with regret your running target stems
consequences whose stomach is filled by feather
memorials bound by leather turmoil
Shells in my face says Henry the eighth and Rome
will burn gladly on
a nest of Palestinian violins
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 8:36 AM UTC
Drinking like savannah beasts at rivers edge she
is left to ferment
lethal like wine in an hourglass
she denies death and is weaponized
she defies god and is made a woman
she aims and in doing perfect harm is made
stricken with regret your running target stems
consequences whose stomach is filled by feather
memorials bound by leather turmoil
Shells in my face says Henry the eighth and Rome
will burn gladly on
a nest of Palestinian violins
This is my take on some couplets Matthew Hill and I traded .
