Three Knots Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Three Knots



The thumping,
Unfunctional beat,
Of the racing
Liver.

Serpent like sting;
Itching each bone
To ache; to crumble,
Into fine grain.

Jungle vine made rope,
Sweet hand-tailored faith,
Cuts throughout my red-stained skin,
Death; self-made.

Friday, July 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Jorge Alexandre

Jorge Alexandre

Peniche, Portugal
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