Sunday, July 29, 2012

CONTAMINATED FOOD (a poem)

I was alone
On my own.
Near the ship
Wanting to sleep

My dirty feet
Near some meat
On my side's plate
With food I hate.

Juice by my side
Dropped in a toad.
I'm looking the best
Food for my quest.

This eat I can't,
For it is a filth
And also a guilt,
For I fear death.