17 Aug Qui Malo
Posted at 15:01h
in Poems
Qui Malo — Whose Evil?
The division of bodies make it so
Mine is not yours; yours, not mine
Consider it by some strained sign
Without the terror of it you know
Cemented ash in Pompeii cakes
Amanita ocreata in Hoenn sprouts
Tolling bells with wordless doubts
Issue liquid souls to frigid lakes
Navy cormorants take to flight
Leaving no ripple in the waves
Perching upon these holy staves
Jutting blades into earth out of sight