The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Cuntality

Warm river of nutritious fluids
Generosity formed of a deity
Evolution's whore and handmaid
Seeming to give as you pump 
the life out of our members
Taken, you garner what is needed
into a steaming stew, crusty breads
fallen from your hearth and heartwork
chickens all aplucked, rabbits flayed
I stack tiny bones upon my plate
Tend the fields and dell
syncopate your nesting with hatchlings 
and prepare your bed to lie in.

My tobacco never really melded 
with your roses and jasmine
bedeviled be I, perfumed into a thrall
I was upon a quest to sunder mountains
gild lapis-laden parchments with
mental constructions of artifice
despite the ardent intent of my vigor
ever your toxin drains the flint 
from my face revealing my facade
so I seek the holy grail, any bezoar
to transform the waters no man may drink
into a silvered mirror upon which
to crush your presumption and
allow my piss to mark what
has always been my birthright.
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