In The Long Grass, Small People Hide Poem by Saul McCandless

In The Long Grass, Small People Hide



Pervertedly hung,
Unsung
I've got to give it up
Become then young

Stacked and soiled
Spoiled
Her crucifixion blues
Her promise foiled

Let them ride
W/ pride
Seek dumb apprenticeship
W/ dizzy hands untied

Automatic inclusion
No illusions
Rise up! Rise up!
My frightening conclusions.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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