Drowning Another Peasant Inquisition
Jealousy runs only skin deep.
Underneath lies the joy of not possessing.
Thus spoke the sage caressing
his one and only claim to love
as all were seated, thinking.
Between friends silence is your best bet,
O oneness of bodies firmly planted breasts
and proudly set cocks
as on the streets, the rest
are pulled along by long streaks of bad luck
of which we know the reason.
The many windows framed in yellow light
are pulled together making
mind structures, more mind chains
around the masses, falling through the season.
One day to see
One day you will be free
That day you come and see me
That day you see me, hear