Impale The Gut Poem by Harry Robbins

Valleys of green and black pass the eye
Stone surrounds while blue is up high
Water cools soft feet of budging tike
Another year of content hiked

Happiness passed like pillars of Rome
Then awaked the babe to a lovely tome
Little hills and valleys started to rise
The fall of forever was a surprise

Love stabs the young strong shell
First dreams arise of hell
Years pass, inflictions take toll
The pain hurts like burning coal

Cries in morn, wails in eve’
To a rusted knife he did cleave
Wanting to live, ready to cut
No more walk, impale the gut