Word Surgeon Poem by soren Barrett
Word Surgeon
In a pink cloud of pain
Blood does rain
As it falls to the earth
And returns again
Its taste is red
Where the rainbow bled
From a butcher that cut
Ideas out of my head
Raw, living thoughts cannibalized
The bruatality civilized
By a political janitor sanitized
The word pirate schemes
To muffle the screams
Of verbal genocide, under the dust of
dun spattered dreams
Good poem, what a word-surgeon -" living thoughts cannibalised."…
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 8:25:43 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
'bruatality' spelling typo : ) MAYBE the poet would make a better poem if not concentrating as much on rhyming. Sometimes some poems don't 'work' for me.