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
Gods of the Field
Screaming the team to the other’s boxBaying […]