Thwelt Di Nwe Poet Free verse

Watcher

In the metal setting
	Melted woman
	Tire hairs
Smile like mercury 
	Will arrive to eat breakfast
 To their blood 
	Green “ nihilism”
Inject
	(Toward scared funfairs
	  The way to come, always way
	  Came which rolled out 
  With  mother’s blood)
At the doors 
Warrant’s lights, to turn-on or off or
According to he is of the essence
          Been shined
To make disappear 
       “Can be?” on the road
      That is)
“ Culture is the best weapon”
Summarily ,you are 
Union , you are not possible

Thwelt Di Nwe

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Anil Deo May 10, 2020 at 5:47 AM Thwelt, I cant say I understand it all, but so glad you are sharing your work.After L8, "Inject / (Toward scared funfairs ..." did you not intend" sacred"?. I do see that BLOOD is important in most religions; with Jesus, His blood was the last sacrifice for it is priceless, & not of the earth." ThanX