The Death of Virtue
by Sara Shaheen
I am at the death of virtue,
A place that exists everywhere,
That lives in crevices and nooks.
Breeds on telephone and barbed wire.
Has no preference for anything
But hate and lust, the kind deformed.
I am at the death of virtue,
A place that exists everywhere,
That lives in crevices and nooks.
Breeds on telephone and barbed wire.
Has no preference for anything
But hate and lust, the kind deformed.