Beauty Arrives On Nature Polishing Off the Scraps of Flesh and Blood
The rhymester fails to e'er descry the inner secret hearsed,
his verse beguiled by beauty slight in Truth -- alack! -- unversed
while Nature sups on Horror still in hurricanoes blind,
bone-fires on heaths, banked holocausts, and droughts deranged aligned
till vomits she the antic with the ancient flood worldwide,
the void and maelstrom waste in which the Scream is hard denied
as each five seconds reaching up, the jealous undertow
down drags a child in Pain and Fear to innards sh*t below.
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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