Friday, 9 August 2013

Fed Up

He stared at the beak
Broken like a crab claw,
Carcass consumed, rotten,
Paling feathers blue.

His brown fur matted mange,
Life ceased its point.

Hunger ceased only nostalgia
Filled the void left. Cannons,
Dynamite - desire,
Humiliation counted
For Something.

Wile E listened to a whisper
On the wind 'beep beep',
Then he woke to nothing.

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