ZE KRAMS - As Life As Poetry

Or these dirty misspelled words
As if superficially stacked bonfires
Pain in a furious face
Can it be called
Called poetry
Where every article as from stone and flint
They don't get along well yet
Life itself where it seems so hard
Someone else will tell you - oh you're grabbing
Then I will say - this poetry is poetry
Boiling lava of all souls
All that was strangled and slaughtered
War drives and blood poetry

Written by:
ARNIS TERZENS

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