Dragon Blood
written by: odonko-ba
@odonkoba
He sits on the edge of the world
unconcerned with the
dissimulation of
polite society
busy little bee’s
bouncing off reality
living the dream he
so valiantly fought to protect
he sits there quietly
saturated in urine
manufactured of
white port fueled
by memory of war
contemplating
nothing
invisible to most
But still
a blight upon their sensibilities and
a horrid fright to the eyes when seen
cold hungry and shivering
they could give a shit as to his welfare
they cogitate his insanity
his own undoings
and that smell
the smell of death
lurking waiting to pounce
on yet another of society’s outcast
putrid sores covers flesh uncovered
where gnats and flies feast
and maggots dine beneath the skin and
his breath
his breath smells of Dragon Blood
do we even know what Dragon Blood is?
apparently he does
two tours in Vietnam an a Purple Heart for bravery
yet he sits on the edge of the world
bravely trampled underfoot of apathy
absent of coalition
he wishes only to be left alone
to dance in the pain
of degredation
and waltz in the face of death
until God calls him to reckoning
he will sit there on the edge of the world
listening to
the mundane idiocrasy of those who wander by
left to his own maundering
invisible that is
until the olympics come to town
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
For those cast out and forgotten
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
Welcome to my humble sanctum
- A Violent Space - February 9, 2017
- Ramblings Of A Chaotic Mind - January 20, 2017
- Dragon Blood - January 4, 2017
