growth – The Poetry of Ants

Bedrock

This is the beginningI’m starting something new from the bedrockThough it aint nothing fairytale like a clean-break;From what broke off of meA broken ego remainsBut these jagged stonesThis mud and bileI’ll pound them downAnd grind them on my teethTill there aint no difference between the bile and meI’ll set an altar to God hereAsk HimContinue reading “Bedrock”