Friday, May 28, 2021

The little knot in my head
twisted me and then me fed.
On my corpse shallow water
where sharks killed me dead.

I drift to serve in rotting sun
as the birds me they concern
I lived my life and fell upon
the killers who love they burn.

Who loves now my twisted son?
What darkness has befell you?
I’m a mess and I pick up pieces
to serve some essential value.

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