Gluttony

©July 17th 2022, Olan L. Smith

Fall down upon us, rain upon our flesh,

Heap high the mounds of gluttony, while harsh

Absurdities erode the mind to sand,

Rip off the husk, where once reside our truth.

Forlorn in mists, our power fades more dim.

Our greed won't flood the land, devour the flesh

And filled with mortal bones and bleach the gorge,

Hence, lack devours the maggot, it's the source,

Consumes the flesh, but still we feed the greed.

Depravity, our selfishness we nurse

The end of time. Do plea to take it with

Demand, erase this greed that eats our soul.

A.N. "Gluttony" is a three stanza quatrain poem written in blank verse poem, written in iambic pentameter.