God said to a seed,
“let the life go on”.
I am the seed
and so is the drunkard
I’ve seen in the tavern
every eve of my life;
the bank account he dreams of is seed,
people have told him one he will need,
but still he awakes each morning.
Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
God said to a seed,
“let the life go on”.
I am the seed
and so is the drunkard
I’ve seen in the tavern
every eve of my life;
the bank account he dreams of is seed,
people have told him one he will need,
but still he awakes each morning.