Always leaves me with uncomfortable
With sheer disdain in my mind…
Such drab grey twig’s and uncertain wings
Devoured by your word’s oft’ unkind;
To revel in the death of Springs sweet wren
In death – it lay upon it’s back
Upon a table and next to a spoon
A victim of another ‘Abstract’ attack?
Careless greed and substance abuse rules you
Your insane world of cold and calculating minds
Where birds of a feather delight in your weather
For they declare you quite divine;
The world of voo-doo and hexes is alive and well
Across the country pond a coven forms their ring
It’s an unfeeling – amoral – group of robotic creatures
For it is evil curses their voices sing;
By, Theodora Onken
April 4,2014
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