Your Killing Material Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

Your Killing Material

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The spaniard sword reaches
the trauma's rat stomach
godging out the atmosphere
of its furying furs
screaming silently to our
late contemporaries
nodding down the slaying
southern sand

The embittered dog barked endlessly
bleeding blades dazzling downwardly
the bullet bursted the prickle brain
seeing the wilds tranquil on its prey

Squandering out our stolen stimulation
the murdering of our life's intermentation
the creator's creatures cremeing
our softened skins
laid-back your steaming sword
your killing material on my belly
to take pity on your kindness.

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