1971 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri


Little Cube of Sugar
With 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.

1971


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