Necrophagous

For those places lost
in Uncomfortable redemption,
stillness sought Calamity.
Strange days and Knotted truth,
Evanescence to the soul
of Vandalism and corruption.
To fever Etched in reprimand.
Of all those Ridicules
that placed you in Your narcissism.
I was never life, nor Offering
to the dreams of humanity’s lapsed Naufrageous
life, only all the subtly of whores Efficiency once more.

  

(This is an acrostic poem)


Poem © Phen Weston 2016

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