Shall I compare you, O streams, with my very veins?
Let me do it; let me see who loses who gains;
My veins fill up my body; full of flesh-and-blood;
Your presence fills each thud, spud, flood and little bud...!
Pulmonary, umbilical, muscular, Ha!
Hearing all these, I, a simple man, stand in awe;
I know you quench my thirst and refresh me until,
Unquenchable thirst is evoked toward God still...!
One-way valve, they say; duckbill valve; venae cavae;
Your works, O streams, I just can't leave, believe; perceive;
You serve as takers of blood from organ to heart,
Your functioning could be compared to a fine-art...!
Oxygen to tissues, is like sun to flower,
Streams, midst sun and shower, like clouds, each reach hover;
Veins in me keep me endlessly till end alive,
Streams assist mother earth to eternally survive...!
13 August 2022
Breathed noisome pernicious whiff of dorp
Atmosphere spawned by amiss vicious deeds of humans
Piercing in my physique
Perforating soberly in every single venae of my being
Wrecking, ceasing this substantial existence
Deserting me ... Lifeless...Inane.
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