Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Primitive force 1

Last time I was sitting here,
it was winter
That time too
the ocean was quiet for a moment
Squeezed by tons of icecoat-armour
it had time off from battle
But I knew then,
that soon enough
again with a moan and a bellow
the giant would run amuck
Lift up the strait-jacket
as if it was nothing
Wrench these masses
as though they were scrap metal
Break them like matches


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