Title: Mad-human disease
by Britta from Wales | in writing, poetry
The cows are grazing in a field
And me? I am bearing a shield
A shield so heavy that I can barely think
Of anything else than a terrified wink
And I let the spiders crawl upon my body
For it is only my shade, that sodding body
But the truth is that they are grazing in the field
And I do not know if I should join them
Or should I feel
Nature and finally having silence all to myself.
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