Stinctual Stirrings
by Ted Davis
by Ted Davis
In the Colors of the Times, cont.
Exempt from contempt
Gods may do what cattle cannot
They disassemble themselves
Into the panicked mouths of the manic devout
Gods may do what cattle cannot
They disassemble themselves
Into the panicked mouths of the manic devout
One to Mix the Mortar, One to Shape the Bricks
i yell over the drone of machines to keep the word chicago
out your mouth
out your mouth