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QUATRO PRONGED POEM
QUATRO PRONGED POEM
1.
Sometimes I wonder why the killing
In Africa will not stop. We are all
Wrapped in killing and cow butchering.
2.
Last night I wrestled with demons
Who ripped faces off of young girls
And handed me their fleshed faces.
I suffered that night bathed in dark water.
3.
The strong bark of the stalwart oak
Keeps out the wind demons who want
To rip and tear at our souls. Our fears
Run wild in the universe and return to us.
4.
Because of our lack of reconciliation with
Life, we shall live at the foot of all involutes
And partake of the same dust as dust mites.
Unless we abandon our propensity to butcher.
