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San Lazaro

10/21/2019

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San Lazaro

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By my hands alone
Have i raised you
Yet you forsake me

Poisonous vapor
Poured from your cavernous lips
Clenched on crippled lies

Whore of the night
Your now limp carcass
Perfumed in sugary scents

Devoured by the long tongued snake
Poisoned by its venom
Bound alone forgotten

I who am the sunsets son
Fraught with bruised pestilence
I shall now lay with you

Only to find you unworthy
Of my bright kingdom
Beyond life’s sordid sufferings

My trembling hand now open
Forsakes you to the omens
To the land of hobbling men

No longer knowing
No longer seeing
Just squirming, squeaking, jerking and yelping

I fear not your curses
I am the diseased breath that speaks them
The whisperer that deafens ears

As the vultures circle i return to my kingdom
Lord of the earth
Crowned purple and golden



 'A prayer to some, a curse to the one that speaks them !’


Poem by Y. Zsigo
Image by Pep Bonet





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