Meat Poem by JJ Evendon

Meat



I am meat
in a pit
filled of death's creatures.

There is no escape,
for I am one with death
in all its forms.

Ultimately,
death always wins
no matter how hard I try to survive.

What I say to death would be:
"though you take me,
you cannot take my soul.
For I know I shall live forever
and overlook,
what is clearly,
the cesspit of humanity".

Meat
Friday, July 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity
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