Written In Sludge Buckets – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

gut the scarecrow,
his mind numb,
don’t be deceived by his stupidity,
for he is not dumb,
a sea of sickness,
a road not travelled alone,
stolen in the light of a riddle,
trees cut with rusted axe,
lion’s hunted by monkey’s flying to their doom,
while witches withering in a bucked of sludge,
pages ripped from books untold,
hidden in trivial places,
seen but ignored,
written with the ink of spoiled seeds,
ejaculated by man…

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