Classic poem of the day
The coil of space the cones of light
Starry orbits
Where they end, begin & enlarge
And the worlds of God
Are a dot on its marge
Ah waste & ocean, fold on fold,
And doubled ever more by Thought
Which nothing bounds which all can hold
Member poem of the day
Even the hyenas are not so ruthless. The three perpetrators are powered by the prospect of prosperity through human sacrifice. One of them is a poet! Haikus in his mind are like roses decorating a slaughterhouse. A lady vendor has been trapped in the snare of their monetary promise. They mute their prey with a rag. Her legs and arms are fastened. A machete wounds her vagina: they collect blood in a pan. Her breasts are scooped out. This sorcery is a monster with sadi......
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