Disheveled Frog
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

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    Disheveled Frog

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