you, and whose army? Posted bymikaeljohaniApril 21, 2006May 16, 2016Posted inEnglish, PoetryTags:harvest The back of my neck hurts like an army of red ants Lady-farmers stomp up and down the golden hairs of dead paddies What would come out of the ivory white of my spine? red army Share this:ShareFacebookTwitterTumblrPocketEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
