Inclusive Poem
(some say offensive. I say, kindness)
To ponder death of sickly horse flesh; beast of burden fallen to age and work
Thinking of poetry of life
Realizing
Realizing
Realization
To see the flesh rot and then thinking of the word, fuck.
Offensive?
No, not really as the horse was fucked in a fucked up world to include all and everthing
Leaving now the memory of saying with utmost inclusive sincerity, the horse is dead
and yes, with an open heart and utmost sincerity to say to a world also dying
from age, work, experience, love, hate, reality, imagination...
you're all fucked.
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