Sunday, October 28, 2018

roaming in eternity



he knows his strength
at least, he fears not
what he lacks
or, what little he has

with a thick skin
of the plains buffalo
he lives beyond a need
to strengthen his ego

or picking feathers for a cap
with an absent need to cover
his head from sun that burns
or cloud pouring  crocodile tears

neither does he need
any paper
online, or offline, to cover
his stinky arse, his poetic farts

wilderness of flourishing failures
a landscape, he much thrives
on, holding tight the horns
of the seasons roaming in eternity!

henry victor            27.10.2018
  

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