Anthony Dawson - Autocrat

Seeds have replaced my teeth,

life sprouts from my mouth demanding a standstill to a hard,

lost world.



Into pristine ears I demand,

promise,

scald,

lie.

Eyes that rejoice in the colours of our world

are closed forever by the words from my mouth and the touch of

a trigger.

Anthony Dawson

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