Self Destruction
Nature abhors a vacuum,
Loathes right angles,
But reveres the Corona.
For Nature so loved the corona
It dirked the form
Atop the penile shaft
Rendering the shape
Like a helmeted soldier
Leading the charge.
Nature bequeathed the Corona
Unto our only unbegotten sun
Whirling its solar winds,
Morphing the heavens into
A frenzied hell.
Nature then knitted corona’s strands
Into tightly wound unseen spheres
Spiked with crimson daggers
Unleashing the globed petard
Of our mutual demise.
Copyright © Ken Davis | Year Posted 2020
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