The guards
of this sacred earth
came with their bayonet laughter,
The graveyard red with blood
The schizophrenic poet
held two hundred corpse of children
to his breast and howled.
Two hundred babies suckle blood
from the blossoming breast of their mother,
The creator rolled in infinite satisfaction.
Man masturbates passionately
with the philosophy of LIFE AFTER DEATH .
Let go , brother let go.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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