FRESH MEAT
Today is the day I will be them and not they
It is the day I will see and not seem
It is the day when I shall be and been too
And that means I has to be and not been to the fair-
ther-most windsqualled coastline of earth where there is a muted sound like
Thunder on the horison and norse-voiced choir-ed like somnia
Sweeps through the trees like soap on ropes and
Squeams like the horror of you under seen by the right
Of all things to be able to make it to then and there
Where they are all about to see that this is about the rights of all
To be able to make it
And not just the wrongs and rights of time
And thorough-fared ways.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019
