Zywa The bull

His black eye looks back
to me, we are alone
in the meadow, in the roadside

I hold my breath
everything becomes lighter
around the black

Meadow and road the world
empty and we eye
and beating heart

Heavy and firmly
my legs all four
in the ground

Strength crackles
around the electric barbed wire
in my insides

Poem 4309
Amsterdam, 2022-02-13

Collection: Lilith's Powers 
Keyword: Safety: protection 
Keyword: Animals: cow / bull / bison / ox 
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
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