Monday, March 7, 2016

ROAR


What roar is this
Peeling mountain air
by its thinnest teflon
of turbid life
to, bid me farewell
and blow me ripe

You play dice, with
Semi-loaded trigger;
Hiding steel nozzle
To put me down;
Laughing, the last remains
out of me, shooting

You were never been
So ugly of face, when
With eager eyes
I fell thy feet
And, groaning
Begged, for my life

What roar canvass
Stony ear mine,
When I lay lifeless
Dungeon deep;
You play a honk, shrieking
All my body parts

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