Red Crops, poetry by Kapardeli Eftichia at
David McCumskay

Red Crops

Red Crops

written by: Kapardeli Eftichia


Before I was born in the vast material…
without touch

In the dark
grew up
the crowd, listing in
sacrifice the roar
Travelled emaciated
from hunger and
solid walls
to marble my wings
shivers in horror

Silently bodies around me
drift, slide
inappropriately to unequal
balances in limbo

Red crops of the Sun
which watered with
excess blood friends
and buried roots…
cries muffled
heard every night
pierce the veins, air
Fire water
They do not die

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