Why do I yearn
to run again and again
through fields of black wheat?
Aromatic poison wafting
through smiles of decoration,
and lips so hot they breathe fire
upon kisses
Radioactive signs mean nothing,
when chemicals blind
and you walk into danger
under the guise of free will
Still, if Jesus stood upon
blackened mounts with befouled earth,
i would crawl through sludge and over
the brokenhearted to get another parable
© Antonio Beardall
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