The golden present

Cherish everything

The collector’s gift to you

Wrapped in morning dew

Weaved in magnificent gold

Beauty told, unsold

Ribbon white and clean

Paper all, voucher redeemed

No, no, no!

No mold

There, inviting only you.

Open.

Rip

Your soul.

Dearie, with love

You. Are. Cold.

Author's Note

The gift and horror of knowledge.

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Very stark and raw in its imagery. So short, yet so much meaning packed into thos few words. Brilliant work!