And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage
meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged
Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed
Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow
Comes back for encore, to be mocked, and broken
Having found mere hate, vaunting the unspoken
A shadowless ghoul behind faint shrills of woe
Sans a candle, roams hell’s abattoirs below
A dedication of respect on the
nihilistic tragedy of Macbeth
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Bastardised here indeed
but more so each day by
a bard who flunked all meaning in life
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Yet has somehow found faith
in putrid flesh eating flowers
# #
No doubt whilst searching for a niche
on the last syllable of soybean @urd
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
urd, allusion, conflict, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Deliberately Obt
use the abs of the urd
Siring the real list
We.I read
Stray to the ger
Free to the eek
s
u
n usually under the
From the Abbey of the normals
Cor he puts in
well he is able
Always slightly O;;;;;;;;;;
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Ooddles bitten
Take the O and the less too
k a break
Not the super gnat mural
controlling fate
a letter at a tim
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Categories:
urd, poetry,
Form: Free verse