Hear me read
the poem as
an MP3 file.
Greed grips every
heart, no less than lust.
Reason drowns in fantasies of power.
Even though the journey ends in dust,
Each finds ample cravings in the hour,
Destined to dark seeds that root and
flower.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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