Cherry Bowl
Of the 6 billion traipsing this good earth
how many can you entrust with your self worth
to separate your sweetness from life's rind
ladle the torrents from your monkey mind..
how many would simply offer a piece of bread
to sate the devils vaping inside your head.
Some hang around in the brevity of victories
pick up scraps that slide off your broken back...
but of the billions how many will cherish your soul
when the reaper cleaves it from the bone
when the cherry bowl lies cracked and emptied..
How many?
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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