This poem is about anger for not being desirable to others, thoughts of killing those who have relationships, and those people who are considered the beautiful people. Death to love in general.
Crush, burn, grind, saw, destroy powder of unfriendly love,
man and woman buried face down in dust;
a lonely man's flaw raped beyond belief,
blowing back fire from his cauldron underneath;
Endless passion for vengeance to say the least,
crush, burn, grind rubble of a lonely man's disgust.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
2-20-12
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