My Anaemic Soul

Advent Poems Day Twenty-Three


It’s all about blood

I think as I swim towards mars

All that iron carrying oxygen

Chug chug chugging

And when the flesh is slashed

It pours out in a river of grief

Or is that relief?

For the release of pressure


The spatter splatters

Painting patterns on the universe

I am here

See me bleed a little more

Before I disintegrate into subatoms

Disappear for evermore

Watch my force pour forth

Stigmata piñata


Oh it’s all the same

As life clashes and bashes

Leaving scar like gashes

Embedded too deep

Even if the Ferris elementals




Even though it is all about blood

It’s all about me too

My anaemic soul



Copyright December 2013


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