Michael Witkowski - Eviction

Grass as untried as on our last minute notice
Eviction at the door
Storm troops carry heavy prisoner uniformed baldaquins
For our merry bed but we feel the bones
Flesh and bones, swollen liver, ruptured kidney
Stone hard bile bladder
Heteronomy orders hardships for us and wanders
Between worship and faraway hut on the brink of the woods
Pines rush on your pillow
Unseen mares fly past your panes

Michael Witkowski

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