Hercules

Labour (I)

copper like a drip of a grecian spear

on fire, the womanly scripture

voice of a thousand early birds

she is looking at you

expectant of the future

with no eyes but the eyes for you

and no lips

but the ones that posses a hunger

to never be alone

s. sparling

Labour (II)

amazon of the sea you have neutralized me

I am a conquering hero of the tomb

threw cat gut and whirlpools out to feed

like an eternity I am a password

so I am a saint.

god of so many.

so I can heal you

with my hands...

it's been light out here for days now

there does not seem to be a sun

just green and the colour

to haunt all lives

s. sparling