Poetic Sadist Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Poetry

A deluge of poetry
falls like rain.

A multitude of poets
trying to create something beautiful.

Some will succeed,
most will not.

Still, what can be greater
than creating something beautiful?

If we can create even one thing that is beautiful,
have our lives not been worth living?




Poetic Sadist

The sadist laughs
as honest readers
futilely struggle
to decipher
unintelligible
remnants of




Fly

Hi fly!

Who is this fly
that flies so high
up in the sky?

Why is this fly
about to die?

This fly
who flies so high
is about to die
because it will fly
right into your pie!

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Bye fly!





Eucharist

The Eucharist -
the Lord Himself
before your eyes.

God at the alter,
God in your body,
God in your soul.

Bread becomes flesh,
wine becomes blood,
your soul is renewed.

What can contain more beauty,
more hope, more holiness, more love
than the Eucharist?