Lotus Dreams Poem by Nicholas Peter

Lotus Dreams



Birthed anew in the mud,
the disgusting snake pit of blood,
and ash.

Reborn of a queen's cherry,
Risen like Lazarus,
out of the mire,
Saved from the grim Viking pyre.

Wreckage sob story,
a healthy sample of death,
and desire,
Fight proud,
and drink a cup of God,
a flower,
budding fire.

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