R. Absalom Catarata
' buildings- tall ones (with concrete and steel) -
i can do that...
but poetry- a feet long (with words) -
that, i can try...' more »
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wrinkles were not worn once in this same day
when mind was yet at fall and seed was dormant
womb was a waiting church innocent and silent
there sow the good sex let code be given
death was dead yet fat and easy as he lied
on the wet streets of october
how shall you reckon but wait
by beat of heart and hands by strike of feet
by lose of flesh and dropp of meat
and how shall you resist but hold
the same friends and flesh
may it long be served to your bones
the compulsory breath that was at birth
twenty-one years ago
all cry's been heard ...