A bust, fastened on the wall, called his attention.
The cornua similar to buffalo’s on the lateral sides
of the bald head were in sharp protrusion.
A cobra was wrapped around top the head and lay there,
as the eyes of the snake gave a piercing diabolic stare.
A glance at that sculpture quickly fed his mind with
Sins, immoralities and the hell were the thoughts.
He removed his eyes at the bust with a gloomy face.
A boy got himself examining his soul.
Comments about this poem (A Bust by Chess dela Cruz )
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