On the Threshing Floor

On the Threshing Floor


That widow’s not from here

She’s poor but shows no fear

Say, foreman, look away

From standing sheaves, I pray

Where you stay, I’ll stay


Been bitterer for you

Now one where once was two

Sop up the sour wine

Her man was of his line

Where you die, I’ll die


On the threshing floor

Come on, baby, make me scream for more

Make me tremble to my very core

On the threshing floor


The barley, men will reap

Till overcome with sleep

With perfume and a bath

Pens husband’s epitaph

Winnow off the chaff


At midnight, so discrete

She lay down at his feet

He woke up to a dream

Her lands he will redeem

What I reap you glean


On the threshing floor

Swept with fervor like you’re waging war

Bellow deeply like a lion’s roar

On the threshing floor



Release date: May 16, 2018


© Bradley Koch

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original artwork by instagram.com/natfreemanart