Reblog:  Gods of the Field

This man is a writing force.  Steve Pearson

We’ve been here before: a pregnant state

Heavy with the fug of tribal weight

The midst of attack amid sanguine cry

Carried on wind with lust to die

Marched to battle like castrati soldiers

Carrying the team on castrati shoulders

Wet from the clash, with booze and juice

We cry and scream diffuse abuse
Screaming the team to the other’s boxBaying […]

Gods of the Field

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