Collection Is a Disease
empty sea shells
washed up on the
sea shore
death of a dream
eaten rotten flesh
marine mollusks
barnacles brachipods
she is a conchologist
through her windows
breath of the sea
bits and pieces
of the dead meat
collection is a
disease
waves and the tides
clams and snails
and chitons
killed and adorned
in our empty homes
of love
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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