was growing to the south of the town
every spring the men would go down
marching in their robes to burn each stalk
but the fire would enter their walk
they rid themselves of the leaden weight
of their robes the mens wild gait
was pagan animalistic
their whole life had been running from this
easy in those robes but now naked
they touched each others bodies taken
with the attar of the fire fucking
in ashes on their knees *******
not praying but swallowing then the robes
left to burn from the ash the field left to grow
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 1:15 PM UTC
was growing to the south of the town
every spring the men would go down
marching in their robes to burn each stalk
but the fire would enter their walk
they rid themselves of the leaden weight
of their robes the mens wild gait
was pagan animalistic
their whole life had been running from this
easy in those robes but now naked
they touched each others bodies taken
with the attar of the fire fucking
in ashes on their knees *******
not praying but swallowing then the robes
left to burn from the ash the field left to grow
Written 2010 as an exercise for the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago