"engorgement" poems
Hear the raucous universe
hum itself to sleep
The rhythm of the bleeting,
babbling, fence-jumping sheep
The beat, its regurgitating engorgement:
inhales,
groans,
sighs...
This is the song
of the tempest lullaby
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC