POETRY: ANTON ROSE – GALILEE

Galilee

Early sun yawning,
stretched out rays,
light show sparkles at water’s edge
do you love me?

Wooden vessel,
safely sand-wedged
nets bulge while stomachs ache
do you love me?

Fish, skewered
on an open flame,
glazed-out charred eyes, blackened skin
do you love me?

Pass the pieces,
chew the flesh,
feed them, feed them,
do you love me?

Now older, withered,
led by another,
belts and chains and murder
do you love me?

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