Woman on the Top
27 August 2016
Salvation
Your empty wordings
Flowing free
Withered tree
Unwatered by your limp hand
A mouth to demand
Damnation
Your hatred coursing
Black rivers
Bring shivers
Brethren replicate the quakes
Judges make mistakes
Innocence
A burning willow
Nooses flow
Like the waves
Your mountains’ glory but caves
Sheltering the knaves
Complacence
Congratulate self
Twisted doll
Tightly knit
Into clothes that barely fit
Reintegrates shelf
Conduction
My nerves leading way
From decay
To dismay
Prosecuting intention
Witnesses galore
Eruption
My fiery breath
Heated frame
Sorry lame
I will not stretch below tame
Woman on the Top
Reading of the poem:
The Eternal Return – Irfan
Monsalvato – Irfan
Peregrinatio – Irfan
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