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Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is the proper word: witty, but it will do): one poem on the Aztec year 2012, a year that has been in the public's eye quite a lot; one on cloning, and the biblical end time events--which, if I may add seems ripe for the monster events that are said to take place; and two poems dealing with some tradtions of Peru; one imparticular, on vacationing, where not to go; all the makings for some thought.
Aztec Baby
On December 25, 2012 AD
The Devil had an idea-
He'd clone himself
In the form of a baby;
Called the Antichrist.
#716 6/7/05
Scorpion Fetus
And from the fetus
Came beast from man
And from the Abyss
Came the raving demon
Man locked into
Animals-that could
Think, think like man-
With tails like scorpions
That would paralyze, sting;
All from, replicating?
Experimentations
Horrid, ramifications?.
And thus, they came
They came to feast,
These Scorpion beasts
And brought humanity
Down, down, to its knees!...
These cloned hybrids,
Raving demonic beasts
Half human half dead.
#716 6/7/05
Atahualpa's Game
Sometimes, it's not wise
To share your wisdom
---as did, Atahualpa
(The Inca King) in the
Game of chess; thereafter,
He was condemned to death.
6/6/05 #713
Ica, Witches
Do not go to Ica, dear friend
There you may find witches-
In toast and bread?
Perhaps lose your head,
Perhaps find them in bed
Perhaps, find yourself dead.
6/6/05 #714 [Ica, is in Northern Peru]
Poet/Author Dennis Siluk see http://www.amazon.com for his most recent books


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