A Mantle Pride Poem by Antonio Liao

savage emptied the face, showing dirt that
keep a pride and twisted as it roasted
in a cylinder with free

eaten yet happy, feast for a coming day
place in the gray storage waiting to be open
and be display

worth leave nothing than a smell of sour
perfume, with no complaint the whole day
becomes common hour to stay

oh! come for just a moment, ride in a mantle
that made you safe and sleep, set yourself
as you leave today with me