|Posted by thethousandmarch on July 22, 2008 at 1:58 AM|
Why go see the ocean
It's been there for some time
Why go walk on the beach
It's been there forever I think
I walk one street over
A line of shops and trees block my view
There is no desire to see the waves crash
To have the wind blow in my face
I'm happy to have the sunshine on my face
And know the ocean is in its place
I live with the good u...
|Posted by thethousandmarch on March 20, 2008 at 12:59 PM|
The lamb lay dead,
My father butchered it -
And now it's there dead
its blood gulped down by the dust.
A yearling lamb, a sheep,
Stubborn and stupid,
My father drew the blade across its throat,
He held it down as it struggled, as he cut.
As a child I watched -
The lamb slumped, but was al...