1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Little Cube of SugarWith Herculean strength he pries apart their minds He crawls inside and starts to unwind He splits their inhibitions and loosens the grinds In a hospitable method That dies with each time That he succeeds in destroying Another human being Who was tired of seeing. And bowed down to his presence.
copyright © 2001-2005 by Michael F. Nyiri
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