Kulo' Zine

Nude Stills
Poem by Machalek
I laid there,
At my most beautiful.
Draped in sunset and dusk,
The True History of Mankind taking the marrow out from me,
Each course marred with ages gone.
I laid there,
At my most beautiful,
And no one was there to remember.
At the slip into stillness,
No one saw; no one felt.
I laid there,
At my most beautiful,
A green earth tongue –
Unseen, unfelt,
Never even to be trampled.
The forest floor crawls beneath me mourning.
I laid there,
No man to betray it.
Pollen sheen on petals and leaves,
At my most beautiful.
A wild secret fading with the glory of irretrievable light.
Ages gone.
Artwork by Sumåhi Bevacqua