Surrender
By Vertigo
Thu, 10 Jan 2008
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The parched ground greets my broken lips in a death-kiss.
Greedily it robs me of turgid spit, but only spit;
All liquid it has already taken, blood and soul-spirit and tears.
It parades my faults ot my enemies, splayed out helpless, heart on sleeve.
One more foot cracks the bones of my back,
One more throat calls out my wretchedness;
This time, I am the greedy, greedy for oblivion.
Step on me, for with every jab I near nothing.
I am Nothing; take me, heavens, I am Done;
It is not to be.
I have given sweat-liquid and blood, soul-spirit and tears
Ground, I am bound to you with my misery
My foes grow and birth and thrive
I am you and must raise them for ever.
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