Words That Leap Between Minds

Other than body of woman,
the grace of wine
and words that leap between minds,

is stasis only, unhuman;
in discipline line
the days would stretch to gray death.

Heroes and ants, you may grovel
before the grubs
that feed to breed the new slaves,

who obediently will shovel
a hole for me
among your similar graves.

by Daniel Artemas Harmon

Comments (2)

Simply beautiful...it resonates
Another Great poet be he.... To read appreciatively as gladly and happy. This poem t'was as freshness of breath... About worked life t'wich led to death. This is another ten fro' thee. God bless all poets-MJG.