DO-GOODER

The bloated stomachs

In stinking gutterrs

The naked ribs

Of sprawling skeletons

Hoot for a time bomb.

 

I say

Horror begets horror

To nullify horror

 

The flatulent do-gooders

Climbling pulpits

In deserted churches

Damnable mosques

Wretched palm-groves.

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