Frederick Weyer

Hot Wind Blows When No Water Flows - Poem by Frederick Weyer

There once was a man
Who upon waking one morning
Found that from the tap
No water was pouring
He screamed in rage
And pulled out his hair
Swearing to punish those who'd dare
To keep him from bathing
And washing his teeth

Cut off their hands
And boil their heads
Make little pillows
From their dead wives' breasts
Gobble up their children
And spit out the bones
Hack and slash
'Till the water again flows

Poet's Notes about The Poem

When in a fit of rage, I write or sketch. This then is how this poem was born. I had no water one morning, so I wrote this poem. Anger fuels my creativity. Love, not so much. Joy, very little.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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