Filth Poem by Nathan Kraft

Look at us now
Covered in Blood
and Mud and for what?
A Filth ridden fool
Stands at the Edge of
This deep Shallow Pool
With only Nine feet to drop.
To harvest this crop means
So much more
Than just cutting off the top
Because you Gotta' take the middle
If you wanna reach that spot.
in the sky birdies fly and the innocent die
so some of us cry
and try so hard to try
that we forget the reason why
We tried to reach that Peak.
and the higher we get we
find it's harder
to speak what we think is the truth
even though we never even proved
to begin what we think we thought
so now we think we need to breath
and to sieze
this wasted dream
and charge forward with it like Marines
and finally swallow the pill
to open my eyes and see this crusted
Filth that covers my skin
and try to peel it off to discover my scales,
like a snake with only one thing on
It's mind and that's to kill.
and to sodomize.
or, demoralize.
or crucify or even rape this little girl.
and all I have to show to anybody
is my flesh covered in
Filth.