Pulling the plug – K. B

Dark poem, allegorical and fictional.

Pulling the plug

On the ground,
Blood dripping
From an open vein.
Now, his soul wanders
In the eternal paradise.
He has fought well.
He fought ignorance
And savages.
Impolite people,
In a jungle.
He got bitten so many
Times, between God’s
Splendor and the diseased
People he hangs out with.
One fang went through,
From his mother
Because he trusted her.
He is now dead.

K. B

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