27 września 2020
The Atavism
The cannibalism was back.
You were eating yourself
alive.
The guts spilt,
would meet the dust,
in abode of earthworms.
They creep and burrow
and bury the organic themes.
Unpolluted, untouched.
The bowels undulate,
to the thumping rhythm,
of greedy feet. White eagles?
How far this digging
of gold mines will go?
Someone had swallowed the glitter.
Black birds are joining
the procession of
empty hearses.
7 marca 2026
violetta
7 marca 2026
dobrosław77
6 marca 2026
sam53
6 marca 2026
wiesiek
6 marca 2026
sam53
5 marca 2026
Kreton
5 marca 2026
jeśli tylko
5 marca 2026
jeśli tylko
5 marca 2026
wiesiek
5 marca 2026
lavlla nisu