Sunday, May 8, 2016


howling baby

in the burning night

it foresaw its future

it despairs of its life

it vaguely remembers

a cold hearted force

its serpent eyes glistening

as it dispatched the this soul

into its new body

of thirst and hunger

pain and shocks

hatreds and fears

suffering and blindness

in the burning night

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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