Placed On The Skull – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

We misbegotten the sun,

yet it shined down,

without focus or whim,

I saw the longing,

that you looked upon him,

he as a child,

but not your son,

not that you had one,

not that you could,

a middle finger by life,

stuck up in your face,

you sullen,

you plotted,

you tried,

and you brewed,




his body never found,

for it was eaten by you!

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