Gone, With Everything Else
Gone to the jungle cats
Gone to the fat cats
Gone to the mice and insects
in the sewers.
Nothing
will kill a man
quicker
than fear of loss.
Loss of a woman
Loss of children
Loss of home
Loss of fortune
All gone,
eaten by bulimic vultures
who only purge the remains
to leave as a reminder,
something to look back on.
All gone,
violated by mad scores of pedophiles
They feed
Then rape
Then stab
until the dream is complete
Gone to bureaucracy
Gone to the wolves
Gone to the blues
no pick so i have to strum by hand
Gone into poems and books and screenplays
Gone into sour comedy
Gone with the storm clouds
Gone with the days and nights
Gone with time and constellations
Gone for war
Gone for peace
Gone for a quick break
I am sure
the love must be true
when a woman's words
can still pierce
like a gilded pitchfork.
Copyright © Alex Bruinekool | Year Posted 2010
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