Poetry

True

The howl of the caged owl penetrates minds like wisdom does the spine

Allow me to take you back
To 1999

Before I had my Alakrine surgery
A burger feeds a nation

A nation is fed by distant bloodshed
It all has to do with the eye
Why blood’s red
What If people were called bloodheads?

Anyway, the owl howls, true
Encaged in my own youth
So that’s what I’m bound to, true
I asked myself, how you feeling
Minutes later you heard, how about you
Only me in the room
BOOM
Take away the M, and what do you get?

The owl howls, true

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