11-14-2015, 07:42 PM
all land is full of bones
and every person grieves
tomorrow it's their turn
bones and flesh and blood -
there's no glory in this land of ours
just soup
and every person grieves
tomorrow it's their turn
bones and flesh and blood -
there's no glory in this land of ours
just soup
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

