While I walk through city streets
my blood is hot with fierce dark beats.
While I talk in cultured tones,
my teeth are white from gnawing bones.
While I pay with crisp green notes,
my mind is full of severed throats.
Grassy, well done. Echoes the tribes very well.
I only question whether while or when. The work might be interesting with a
short refrain for more of a song.
Thanks.
Gary
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Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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