Blood From the Nipple
sun sunk unto the womb
of the sea
stars cried at the tomb
tears of warm blood
through glittering eyes
moon meowed, dogs sang melodies
unheard
rivers rattled prayers breathed
unborn kids, mirror is a
jailor
secrets in the seed tears on the cheeks
mirror mutinied
naked dusks wingless birds limping
silence of the divine music flows
colourful coffins saints marching
blood from the nipple
breast milk
tasteless
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015
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