Sam Howard

Rookie (12-12-1979 / Indiana)

Macrocosm - Poem by Sam Howard

The macrocosm has come to rest upon my chest
I’ll empty pots of bloods for this
Like milk inside the eyes of babes
I nourish you as you feast.

There is art and there is not
There are things that I have made.

Here are the children of my cum,
The ones that carry my smell on their breath.
They wait to devour me,
Their youth is strength.
During a game they will realize
My throat is paper thin.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010



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