Poem – “Alteration”


I see them inject death into their skin,
I see them bleed the shine from their hair
I see them suffocate the years in their heart

Beautiful and pure as the newborn sun,
Sensual and sacred as the matured moon
A purity that can’t be mimicked by metals,
Cruelly broken by the hand that bore it

Never fall prey to a jealous dogma, love
Or you’ll end up drowning in that gutter
Poisoning yourself for infatuation that’s
Nothing but a front for the alteration

©S. M. Shuford 2018
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