Burn the city and salt the earth. Nothing that has any worth will stay and thrive; stretch and dry the speckled hides of antelope under desert sky. Let the olive orchards die. Leave the citadel in ruins, repent on the long walk west. Leather ties bind wrists to oxen, lead them lowing on unbeaten paths. … More oxen & antelope
Sing a song of misery, let the heart collapse. There is nothing left to mourn save what is crude and crass. Aching arms and blistered feet, bloody hands and raw, red meat; repeat the lies you once believed and give in to the bitter grief. … © 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
{from behind the bench: another one of the lamentations here. haven’t done one of these in a loooooong time. in case you haven’t read one of them before, or in awhile, it’s a series where I take the voices of people who never got to speak in the history books and imagine what they … More The Lament of Pheidippides
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