Fervor of Dung Laced Love

Am I supposed to love

dysfunctional musings

farces who claim wisdom

demons parading as saviors

dankness of humanity

always glistening like sparks?

You tell me, realistically;

is blatant disrespect shown

towards morals and values

A feat I absolutely enshrine

on this day of sweet love?

Dare I should, dare I not

run my fingernails through

A crow’s feathers, searching

for the flesh of leftover life

when the molecules settle

of debris collaborated in spirit

reigning upon humankind

bombing simplistic ideals

of how to treat each other

do I still venerate muss?

–by Maria Mocha © 2023

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