Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. Compassion is smell of his unwashed clothes and rotten teeth. Compassion is clear as the lonely drop clinging to the needle-tip searching for unpunctured veins. Compassion is softness of a pleated fiberboard spread carefully on cobblestones. Compassion is a drugstore closed at night. Compassion is tearing us apart with a disgusting taste of bile.
Today it’s time for Open Link Night, come with any poem to Dverse and spend some time with us, sharing your thoughts and read poetry. Pub opens at 3PM EST and stay open for 48 hours.
October 1, 2015