The BeastA Poem by Olu DumareThey’re all parts of the beast My torn flesh dangles from his teeth The meat The feast The hearts he eats His toothpick’s the splinters From Cupid’s arrows He crushes the bones Then chews the marrow Spits it on his mountain of hopeless romantics And forlorn poets with hopeless semantics © 2019 Olu Dumare |
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Added on July 31, 2019 Last Updated on July 31, 2019 Author
Olu DumareAboutA Mystic, Poet, Author, Father, Son, Seeker, Sufi, Wanderer, Traveler, Lover, Fighter, Peaceful Warrior....I embody the totality of human experience. I am a conveyer of light and conduit of metaphysic.. more..Writing
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