Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


And I swore before the blurry eyes

of my kin to cleanse their lot with 

the heartache I inherited, I promised

to search in their dirt for my immortality

I was to paint the bulbs of the earth black

and again to insert them in the soil

so they would sprout up like new

penises to enter hungry mounds

and to feel the ecstatic mixture of pain

and joyful cocktail of drugs

that put my consciousness to rest

to these I swore standing opposite

my kin’s secret grandeur                                      

when they begged for more,

such flimsy was their self esteem

and in their ridicule, in their viscera

I came to know

the lone glimpse of optimism

leading them to their self-destruction


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