Do not eat the dead dove.
Screaming birds sound an awful lot like
Singing.
Do not eat the dead dove.
Chariots carry chords
Plucked by crows.
Corpses simmer black;
Magma veins,
It yearns for you.
Don't eat the dead
Dove.
YOU ARE READING
Acosmist Dysphoria
PoesíaAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
