We R Preparing the Crib For the Aborted Foetus
pulling the curtain
of life they blend
to the pink flesh
crouching kneeling
jumping in frenzy
different perspectives of
confusing contorted figures
of inherent loneliness
polished
birds are flying forgetting
their directions
poison in golden chalices
chariots of sun sinking
in the heart of the
muddy earth
we are preparing the crib
for the aborted foetus
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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