A Taste of Tension at Our Feet
Tens of thousands
Warm blooded
Full-bodied strong
A hive a host a flock
A Throng
A hankering for something
Greater than meat to fill
Our need
Fraught with tension
Drought of song
A spiritual disease that seeks to rend
And rends to seek
Arms slaked in blood
Bent at the elbows mirroring
Knees
For how long can a wounded
Body stand
Afore crumpling
Weighted down
Quicksand
Human returning man to land
Songs of plenty
Songs of want
Link arms together
Childhood lovers
Sons of man
Dusk rises up
Overtakes the land
Singing Holy Holy
Every each
All are one