Mammals
Spawn from cold shells
The outer spores have been deployed
Mutates the seeds of deceit
Deception, the only passages of escape
Pains of window glare what is fair
Love and war I mark these stones
Hard shelter spawn from the hides
As the higher tantrum shelling us inhumane
Senses of what the dentures don’t see
Shied us from their feasts
Only the surpass time can save me
It was only the blink of the beast
This poem is about:
Our world