Poem: victoria saccomagno

Poem: victoria saccomagno

joyful bundle

An exhausted cliché comes to mind

She glows

Sickening and

True

Soon it will become her

World

And what will she become?

Another

A mother

An animal

A lioness with her cub to

Protect

Her

And what of us?

And what of me?

And history

And past

Passed

And future

He comes soon

But I'm the one who ran

A self-induced

Absolute over-reaction

An exhausted cliché comes to mind

And I mourn  

 

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