Three Oranges
Three oranges
Inside the sick bay
- Yellow and unripe
The knife slices through
The suffering of ills discharges
A fetid stench of languor.
Torturers in white robes
Walk across the hallway...
Four brown eyes,rejecting
Like poles of the same type
Gazing at three oranges
Yellow and unripe.
Three oranges
Inside the sick bay
- Putrid and white
Full of mold and canker.
Left to rot -- forever...