Facial Testament To The Horror Of Our Bodies Becoming Abstract Works Of Art Poem by r.j. williams

Facial Testament To The Horror Of Our Bodies Becoming Abstract Works Of Art



Half his face was now
Melting butter
Sliding off a tower
Of lopsided pancakes.
A week before I told him
As we both sweat bucketfuls
In the shade
From Texas summer heat-
'Take it easy, its too hot
To overexert
And you're no longer
A young buck.'

Thursday, October 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: body,face,horror,human condition,sickness
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