Listen To The Corn (The Exchange)


by: Kim A. Crawford



The place where I come from
Before your lit streets and interstates
Ghosttowns, cowtowns, thats where I knew
I'd find someone to share my seed.
Listen, listen to the corn
Come inside whats mine, your bloods so warm.

The corn grow eight foot high
Lay down, listen, touch the sky
Extasy is so delightful
When I feel Your blood pause with mine
Feast, feast on the beast
Feast on the beast of the cattle kill.

Luke warm please, not too cold
Push so close I feel the tremble
Now drink from me, expell the old
Suck me til this flesh falls numb.
Release, release back to me
Let me lick the blood sweat from your head.

So say goodbye now to your light
For it's the last that you shall feel
My nocturnal child I give you to me
Now the darkened gate is sealed
Look, look into my starlit eyes
Now embrace me like a lover my child of night.


This poem is copyrighted by Kim A Crawford.
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