Poetry

Zoo

I still do the same things

I force myself with my broken face to go out and watch them

but they do very little.

They are too scared now, scared little sheep they go one way then they stop and come back the other.

They don’t know where to go.

Still, I have to watch and wait, right to the end.

I used to want the world to end just like the cursed centurion who stabbed Christ and had to live until the world ended

but now I don’t care

live and let die

is what  I say.

always have.

 

                                                      ~ Marc Carver

                                                      Basingstoke, UK

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