BEHEMOTHER mooing behemother beneath the burning sun pulsing flame sun sliced- brinded calf culled frightened fatted sacrifice sun gashed dumb numbed stares at stars whitewashed by the sun this poppy scarletted day dream in the moist meadow bed sweet lamb suckling lullaby bye
This is a poem I wrote after reading Sylvia Plath. I do love her T. Kozumplik
mooing behemother beneath the burning sun
pulsing flame
sun sliced- brinded calf
culled
frightened fatted sacrifice
sun gashed
dumb numbed
stares at stars whitewashed by the sun
this poppy scarletted day
dream
in the moist meadow bed
sweet
lamb suckling
lullaby
bye
This is a poem I wrote after reading Sylvia Plath. I do love her
T. Kozumplik