Max Ferguson

Sep 5, 2023 | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ |John Tottenham |Max Ferguson

CowsongGuide me into the depths,where the lack of oxygen interceptsthe thing no human accepts. Yet here I am, alive: a jokethe wind might contrive. Underneath the beat of your blood,feet in the stars, face in the mud. I can hear your brains beatand your heart thud. I see your tendered legality,your surrendered hospitality. It leaves me lost yet calls to me. The borders crossed,thanks for the liberty. I hold my heart in place. Allow me to reveal itto your face.