They put you in the vivid ground
Naked, in the dust
You accepted it without plea
Turned the dial to 15 and spoke
these aphorisms through three doors
opening to thee like servants
Bowing before the tallest stalk of wheat
Feed these brothers
Feed, feed and feast
Your suffering is not sacred
I pressed you down and shook you together
And now I charge you
From eldest to least
You ate the grass of the field
It was not to your taste
I am maker of beast
This will not go to waste
It is your time
to overflow
Novels, Stories, and Poems
The Replanted Writer 
Love this! So proud of you! 🥰😘
On Wed, Apr 1, 2020 at 11:07 PM The Replanted Writer wrote:
> justinleeparker posted: ” They put you in the vivid groundNaked, in the > dustYou accepted it without pleaTurned the dial to 15 and spokeThree > aphorisms through these doorsOpening to thee like servantsBowing before the > tallest stalk of wheatFeed these brothersFeed and feed and feas” >
Why thank you!!! 🙂