The End That Never Comes Poem by Saul McCandless

The End That Never Comes



The end that never comes...
Inside the Holy Pigs
The godsend of karma come
W/ the bride upon the figs

Her brain tattoo, you
Stemmed from the muzzled Lords
Like a stun gunned choir
High rain
Neptunian
Free pollutant...
brings
slow cessation.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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