Poetry

Saturday, 23 July 2022

Magma, Dogma, Mama Dog

 I guess it wasn't enough

You tried to paper over the living

Crust

But it was always changing

Pulled by the heart's core

The magma of our blood

Kept coming up for more

Oh is the world enough?

It isn't

For this love to never leave us alone

Like a wound

That will never heal

Like the cut in the mouth


You tried to paper over the crust of the earth

With your newspaper headlines

Shouting what it is worth

Or what it is not,

This is love, and the world

isn't enough

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