I was born into a wilderness
Out of a womb shackled with
The World’s guilt. They let me live
Time feasted upon my Father
A crow, that old killer
A wet kiss, a promise made
Hunger has been a deception
All my life. Proffered fruit
Writhes in my hand, full of maggots
A temptress calls out a window
To me on a steamy street corner
I will hear her forever
Doors with dark orange exit signs
Barred with bone, diagnosed as
Failure to fire, a malfunctioning pistol
There is an appointed time
A reckoning, a rendezvous. To be
Enveloped again, returned to Mother
Artist: Raymond Douillet
Warcloud Elite Fitness 