Wednesday, April 12, 2017

dead land and no king

disgust stuck
to the roof of your mouth

the sickening churning
chum curdling in your guts

forming gross pain
starvation of the already

strained land we pluck
and pick dry until it bleeds

covered in patches and
quick fixes we give it nothing

to give back but
timid attempts at poison

eking out of surfaces
not designed to function

as weapons against
those who attempt

and fail to create then
to crate the creature

from the keeper without a
cage to escape the clutches

of jaws and claws
of a starving pride

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