Bread . . . Broken

I am bread
Old bread that is stale
I am bread that is broken
    and cast on the waters
And those ugly carp looking gold fish
Are sucking me into their ignorant mouths

I am tiny piggy eyes peering into
    a vacuum sky
I am the slimy slithering masses
Of black opalescent scales
Boiling the waters
    making everything murky with
    barely understood lust

I am a lust for life
Ignorant of it’s purpose
I consume
    and am consumed

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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