When he spoke
flowers emerged from his lips
Delicate, fragrant petals
Colors of which I had never observed
Colors with no name
I became entranced, enthralled
By the never ending stream of flowers
and vines
His mouth, a garden of loveliness
Flowered vines with which I became tied
Open wide
Restraint Aromatica
Dirt monster
Shoves clay down my throat
Packed tight
No room for breath
I swallow earth
Digest earth
Become earth
Transformed into the bed
by which he cultivates
his lilies...his tulips...his roses
Their nutrients
absorbed from me
For luring another unsuspecting calf
To the killing floor.................I suspect
So goes the circle of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem