Wheat
Soon the white of your flowers
Would be unable to bear
The abundance of youth,
As man's nostrils scent
The quarry in you.The whole
World becomes you scaffold
As you fall kneeling to the guillotine,
Heavy head beheaded
To feed the dying
As living virtue surviving outside
Man and doubly resplendent
At death.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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