Eat the World

Rumi says, We are sent to eat the world

And we find a million struggles the same as one

 

Foiled at the first attempt

Brought down to our knees

 

In depression desolate, destroyed

As the nature of woman – broken

Broken apart by shame and abandoned

 

Beyond the walls of the secret garden, we are

Crowded inside our heads

 

The statue of woman lonely for recognition

For queen status, for kind hands folded delicately

 

To be brought back to life with a kiss

For a taste of pie, tart on the lips and hot

For pie a la mode, with the cool sweetness on top

 

Woman in lust for the rough and rugged cutting

Souls open, legs open, our bodies receiving

The life essence coming

 

And we moaning sounds like crying

We shake,

Our tongues fat flesh knead like dough

 

Pulled from the fire ready

Jesus is knocking

Hard on the outside, sounds hollow within

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One thought on “Eat the World

  1. You’re actually a good poet. This piece really says alot. It actually reminds me of a poem I wrote some time ago. I just may post it in the near future.

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