tagNon-Erotic PoetryNimrod's Last Stand

Nimrod's Last Stand


After arrows aimed to heaven
God sent me to rehabilitate
this Babeling fool.
Up his nose I flew
and buzzed in his brain
buzzed until he begged
begged to the guards
make it stop
make it stop!

Through club cracked skull
I made my escape.
The rest,
something like history.

Survivor Poem:
Form: Poet's Choice
Trigger: 19 Point of view: Mosquito

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