Grass as untried as on our last minute notice <br />Eviction at the door <br />Storm troops carry heavy prisoner uniformed baldaquins <br />For our merry bed but we feel the bones <br />Flesh and bones, swollen liver, ruptured kidney <br />Stone hard bile bladder <br />Heteronomy orders hardships for us and wanders <br />Between worship and faraway hut on the brink of the woods <br />Pines rush on your pillow <br />Unseen mares fly past your panes<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eviction/
