I’m fenced in <br />Emaciated farm backbones <br />Shorn by greedy sheep <br />They cling sucking <br />Milked wintered breasts <br />Where soured dreams regurgitate <br />In endless shearing, drenching and dipping <br />Along with the infertile barrenness <br />That claimed my stillborn son <br />I stand here drowning <br />Swallowed by the nothingness <br />Buried alive <br />Smothered with dung <br />Embalmed with flies <br />With dust clogged lungs <br />My heart beats gravely<br /><br />Simone Inez Harriman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-alive-10/
