Deathly TauntsA Poem by Carlos Leroy
The unborn silently scream
The dead loudly taunt Flowers and blood Blood and unending torment. She thought it large He didn’t think at all, The cannons blew And arrows were received. Someone surely made an exit! But no one knows why Love acted Foolish, And Foolish turned to more blood And more blood met garlic and pepper And the stew made a grand feast Marriage called out wildly Making sounds as silent as the unborn Whilst the dead still taunt And the living still don’t know why Answers exist before the question. Love grew like bugs on ice, If only bugs on ice grew at all. The temptress became illusively exciting But his manhood raised no flags And made no invasions. The challenge was a mental avalanche Writhing with ecstatic abnormality, A chalice of ego and melted butter. They tried the warm and even the cold, But they never did try not trying. It was restless and painless Until the screams of the unborn Became the screams of the living Whilst the dead found nothing to taunt And the living still couldn’t figure it out. © 2015 Carlos LeroyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCarlos LeroySouth AfricaAboutIn a word or non I maybe an abstract poet or a mare jumbler of words looking for solace within the depths of a cataclysmic pit of thunder and preposition. more..Writing
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