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For the misbegotten,
there is no triumph after death.
But
there can be a floating grave
made of pure air
...
The purist and cleanest air
breathed by one and all
for their respiratory pleasure
...
Only
after a lifetime
of skull and bones
tattooed
on the forehead.
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This reads more like a Hooda Helami poem
ReplyDeletethan one of your "Bullets."
More because of the length
Deletethan the subject matter.
If Hooda had written it,
there would have been a trace of wit
"Moan For The Misbegotten" sounds familiar.
ReplyDeleteI punned a Eugene O'neill play
Deletehttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Moon_for_the_Misbegotten