the unholy beast

the crib is broken at seventeen
   syllables; it

sings not the croon; it brokers
   no chime of 

hate; there is only the father,
   the sun, and

the unholy beast smothering the
   ink and howl

2 comments on “the unholy beast

  1. thecavalierscove says:

    This poem got me all smiles! Loved it 🙂

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