From the spear of Shakespeare,
Unraveling discomforts in the air,
Deep, sober, beauty's peak !
Yet, the bone's feeble, tired - a screech;
Traveling through the sun's intensive heat,
An unsettling smell of rotten meat,
The Vegetables, now giving way to the harmattan,
Yes, the very reward for the pride of man:
Beautiful !
Happy !
Weak !
Sad;
The dagger of fate lurks within,
To send to sleep - slaves and kings
Tears Of A Vegetable
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/23/2022
Poet's note: Time's quickly fading...
Max respect to SHAKESPEARE
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