Best Castrated Poems

CASTRATED

In ebony
air on flight
through night
nothing is
big or too 
far off

figuratively 
speaking streams 
forgetful surf
high pitch screams
sandpits churn
tough turf
a wastage
of
egg rock
inert



© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015...

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Lo! 
Years 
back 
I 
gelded 
my 
head
And 
ergo 
it 
knew 
no 
honeydew;
Today 
its 
sinews're 
not 
sluggish
And 
it's 
no 
time 
the 
cud 
to 
chew!...

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