Look at this mess – K.B

Look at this mess


Look at this mess
Put some balm
On the lips
Dying man is dry
Inspiration left him
To ooze in other field
Where poems grow better

Now the toothache,
Later the agony
Of mistreatment
Left in a room
With no silence
And god , and god !

Mind concussionned
By a thousand rays
Of light like daggers

Filthy mother playing
Drums with pans
And flower pots

Silence that envelops
The soul
Science that gives
It purpose,

All gone.

Masters of Hell don’t
Like the careless
Youth with flowers
In the mouth
And breeze
In the hair !





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