Edmund V. Strolis


The Canker Worm Crime - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

In the dark places of our hearts we hide a wicked treasure.
Toadstools not tulips line this decaying place
Yet decadence is the very thing on which these secrets thrive
Some have them in the crusty cracks of unsettled minds
Others barely stay concealed and ooze in porous petulance
The smaller sins like moss they grow, common crabgrass lies
But the secrets I speak of breathe a tumorous odorous hack
Their's is the slime of a nightmarish canker worm crime
Born of nature or nurture it dines upon free will
The teeth of the brute can be charming or carnivorous
The primordial heart beats a drum of coarse existence
Beneath plotting eyes of opportunity checked only by necessity

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Comments about The Canker Worm Crime by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2015 1:30:00 PM)


    The primordial heart beats a drum of coarse existence. Very wonderful drafting amazes mind frequently. Wise and thoughtful sharing. Nicely penned...10 (Report) Reply

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/22/2015 10:12:00 PM)


    Canker worm crime... The worst! ! ! Very foreboding language and dark imagery.... Much worse than common crabgrass lies. Your language here does bring Poe to mind. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/22/2015 7:11:00 PM)


    A very affecting piece, Edmund (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 22, 2015


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