Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes
A gypsum salt mine fills Marys eyes
diamond tears milk a tear duct
what, has dissolved has seen
another lonely, upchucked!
heart; back on earth - conceit!
here no real value grows...
in fertilising of a seed
are more cherished than a rose!
Mary just cries clutching a crown
a crown of thorns...
as Roman soldiers mock the world
who shall pay for their crimes
when gypsum salt mines
fills all our minds
all our eyes..
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