More In Ways, Humour-Convulsed Poem by james watkin

More In Ways, Humour-Convulsed



More in ways, humour-convulsed
If not hurting
What are we, in nerve, heart, soul;
Human? Improbably.
Attuned not to, for prowled lives
Crying out, decry
Through each comprehended 'why? '
Beast to beast cruelty.

Monday, August 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,man,animal,sympathy,empathy
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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