Catacomb Poem by Catrina Heart
Catacomb
Savage
Vultures and tigers have eaten the flesh
Juicy and fresh as blood still dripping out
Under the sizzling rays of afternoon sun
Sanitizing
Bacterium and viruses germinate
As creature of darkness to immunocompetence
Wolves play their harps to the extinct ethic minority
Slaughtering sliver of innocence and feelings
Inspired by Satish Verma's poem: Secret Wake
4th of November,2009
Interesting and fine piece you like giving poems funny names..lol Catacomb is an underground burial vault.. this makes me ponder...really
catacomb.............really fantastic.........blood still dropping out.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:26:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice title; can almost smell the excitement! (smile)