tear the limbs
off the flower slowly
carve your heart out
with a knife
look into the brown eyes of
millions and see
nothing
cry into the words
cry into nothing
the woman without love
and the men searching it for it
underneath fingernails
the earth stands still but who put
heavy heaving heart inside me and why?
there is no murder here
the calves have been sliced at
their knees
but their eyes know nothing
all the wrong heads
the executioner has been wrong
the noose has been wrong
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