This Thing Of Darkness - Poem by Ruth Walters
This thing of darkness
is his huge black mole.
It has little hairs
like spider's legs
and sit upon his bottom
where he cannot spy it
though he proudly acknowledges
that it belongs to him.
It has been seen by all his lovers,
so it's hardly undiscovered.
It's a landmark so imposing
and I'd take a cheeky guess
some day the nasty zit will ooze
and die a timely death.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
one poet stooped to a seriously low level
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