by Karyn Huntting Peters
oh, to gather these misanthropic
souls all, sticky with hearts of tar,
to tear them from us and cleave them
to one another, unseen hands fashioning them
into a concrete pedestal in the barren steppe!
oh, to lighten humanity’s load by even
one shade of blackness.
1 comment:
Well now this is interestingly dark isn't it? Stick tar. Hum.
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