Martins Akhoeneto


Skulls And Bays - Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

He swims in pleasure
He drinks in skulls
Yet, chase headless shadow
And many white-goals
In the mid-day sun
With garment of heaven on
He still do dirty chores
And gather a thousand skulls
All for the love of money
Playing the game of cunny
The directive of heavy ritual
He perform in a manner usual
On the frosty ride to affluence
Bays of tears and pretence

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Occasional Poem


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016


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