To Swallow The World - Poem by Ben Banda
Who can the world turn hollow
If thirsty, tombs all in fiasco sting?
Do mortals dropping mean a thing?
If lull to the world on knees, follow,
And frank smiles for death, show,
Then into bruises is death flung,
Exacerbating before afflictions tie.
And till her tempest raging,
Against what nurtures her prey
Into its tombs fling forever to lie,
What can dare the world swallow
Where tombs spuriously stray?
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