[thisislife]: This Tilled Earth

elijahteitelbaum:

Something a little different from the type of poetry I usually write:

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O, brave new world! How weary you do seem,

And in th’Elysian light how pale is your skin –

Like death you are, and not yet ripe your flesh

Is crack’d and torn asunder by a plague.

You reek of mortality’s scent;…