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Moon Tractor
Will oceans wait for us
Strictly in the sea
the creatures beneath
breath shallow
with pulses
parched on salt water
biding the tide to carry them closer,
by the tug of the moon
theyll move
treading patience
I've the secrets now
to keep you here
comfortably catured
until we both decay
We watch through heated glass
in ivory hollows
to see the younger ones
count shapes in futures
We are always surprised
when wrist watches tarnish
into pawn broker's peddled mess,
is it because we see ourselves
in stained reflection?
Casualy I've seen the answer
wilted up in old roses
that sweet old woman's cancer
breaks my soul
but to see hate
in the heart of a child
more so cripples
the foundations of virility
Raise your hand
and in the other hold mine
to pledge yourself to conquest
of the soul and the tide
