flustering death I say

flustering death I say
bind me
and the world
men gnaw
where I or not
tread frozen water rolling
chimneys
cold to the eye bone
calling ordinary men
for thin shadows
at the end of day’s notion

preachers fall with a smell
of protuberant prayers
rising with gas
stretching into a world
of dead men
feeding hungry soil
with bleak blasphemy
of a human kind
never ending
never apologising
a taint a stain




Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-26 at 19:00

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Bibek
Excellent.
2016-12-27