Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
The cold restaurant of my heart
I was killed on the plantation
Starvation and five big trees
Knuckle bones
Homes.
Talk to your head
No one knows where its at
Four days i could travel
Tea cup survival
I want to go back to the plantation
My mother waited
For six months. A mass grave’ political in 1935
A pistol by the phone
Let him go
Where?
A thousand bodies
….. was hammered listening to RNZ
