SACRED GROUND |
Through the mist that covers the sacred ground
This consecrated covering this resting place so still
I approach my life with the sacred sacrament of man
That, which is meant to be held, closes ones heart...
Through this silk covering there is no sound or movement
All is dead and succulent lean and eaten away like a famine
Where one goes to die before the feast has started, before
The gestures from those who fulfill our destiny prove to themselves
That there is more to life than just vernacular intercourse...
When will those who reign realize the imperative cause...?
That lies at their feet is more than a picture show, a onetime movement!
This festering is constant now, it is perpetual like a pendulum in motion
Through the mist I walk this sacred ground, this consecrated covering
What I see makes my eyes shed water, but not enough to keep the babies alive!
Written 6 July 2011
Copywriter B. R. Walker
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