The Bull Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Bull



His black eye looks back
to me, we are alone
in the meadow, in the roadside

I hold my breath
everything becomes lighter
around the black

Meadow and road the world
empty and we eye
and beating heart

Heavy and firmly
my legs all four
in the ground

Strength crackles
around the electric barbed wire
in my insides

Sunday, February 13, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: energy,power
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For Maria Godschalk #158 --- Collection 'Lilith's Powers' #67
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