Poetry

Answering your own question,
wrapping the kill-
as manifestation of
God's will.

The old earth
still bears the fruits and
comes face to face with the
ungrateful human being.

Not touching your breast, I will
hear your heart beat
once-over.

Before the rains come,
the rage will sleep with the stones
and reconstruct a-
prehistoric fault.

Apollo wants to leave
Delphi and become a monk.