Here's To Man Poem by Ann Jensen
Here's To Man
Live and breath the flowers of the night.
Never seen.
No one to pick them.
They are gone, flower and beast.
Only the sun, moon and horrors remain.
What now God?
The least are exalted.
The ugliest, only, exist of the beauty.
Those given beauty took it with them.
Only the rape is left as a testimonial.
To the highest beast,
The true beast,
Here's to Man.
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4/19/2024 5:21:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice write! I am only writing the rest of this for twenty characters.