the cakes were all bunt
not burnt, just stunts
alongside liver pate
of preserved slaked sate
we hired the swans
as effective coupons
to distract from silted
lives being rebuilt
smack was the chosen drug
extinguished fires and hugs
as we bade farewell to warts
of grit and tarnished quartz
a duck or a tarn clasp
broach last breath rasp
as sheep are shorn off
the punt of dry Molotov’s
© K. van Breda
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Author:
Mermaid (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Well crafted dear poet
The words went so smooth
Keep sharing
Thank you kindly 🤗
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