Colin Breck Boardman

This Poor Blind Worm - Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

This poor blind worm,
Swollen fat with its conceited ooze
And swimming in the shine
Of its own complacent slime,
Squirms its soft sensitive self,
When punctured
And skewered
From beginning to end
By the cold ruthless hook
Of deliverance,
Casting it far and wide,
Into the raging sea,
No longer able now,
To eat me.

(CBB Aug 2011)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 3, 2011

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