Zywa The wild boar came

The beasts from outside carry daggers
on their head and have rough hair

they don't let rot anything, they eat
what is weak, almost dead

or already deceased, so is life
and it is good that way

Without you from now on
because the wild boar came

a ruffle in the distance
their snorting at the door

the black of their eyes
deep as the universe

Nothing is left, everything remains
and runs away on fast legs

The wild boar eat everything
They are good friends

Poem 1816
Amsterdam, 2018-08-19

Collection: Lilith's Powers 
Keyword: Consume 
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