Saturday, September 10, 2011

Birth of Creation

I slaughtered a pig 
And swallowed the egg of an extinct bird
I wore the pig's head
I cut off mama bird's wings 
And saved them for personal memories
I stared into the eyes of mama bird 
My message was clear
I bang my drums
I clap my hands 
I severed mama bird's beak, 
Attached it to the pigs head
And invented life





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3 comments:

David Allen Waters said...

wow, dude...your work always amazes.

BTW: You have an award waiting at my blog :)

Brian Miller said...

good night dude...ferocious verse....

emmettwheatfall.com said...

Strong write Anthony. Love your body of work.