Gluttony
©July 17th 2022, Olan L. Smith
Fall down upon us, rain upon our flesh,
Heap high the mounds of gluttony, while harsh
Absurdities erode the mind to sand,
Rip off the husk, where once reside our truth.
Forlorn in mists, our power fades more dim.
Our greed won't flood the land, devour the flesh
And filled with mortal bones and bleach the gorge,
Hence, lack devours the maggot, it's the source,
Consumes the flesh, but still we feed the greed.
Depravity, our selfishness we nurse
The end of time. Do plea to take it with
Demand, erase this greed that eats our soul.
A.N. "Gluttony" is a three stanza quatrain poem written in blank verse poem, written in iambic pentameter.
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