Tag: Poetry
Yashoda
That which would temper your soul which would keep u, sustain u, is That which THEY* surmise is unfit 2 tell u It is anathema It is ruin (2 the Enemies of Man) It is THEIR Dharmakshetra It is THEIR Palace at Babylon THEIR Flash o’ Reckoning THEIR Unmitigated Doom It is […]
Elpis
The best Lack more than conviction The best Lack all hope & discernment How has it come 2 this? How is it that we are so content 2 sidestep rotting corpses & wallow en shit? © The Herder 20Nineteen
