Marlon Brando

I consumed hearts, souls,
unwillingly received them

into me. My young strong
arms couldn't push

them away. My girth
grew till little beauty

remained. You see this
grave face always open,

expelling millions of
private parts once

consumed? It's a great
effort. I'm lucky to

exorcise ten per day,
but others knife

into me. God allows
this! Shakespeare, I'm

sorry and exit you!
Jimmy Dean, you're screwed.

Prophets, poets, politics
and philosophs are only

portals. God, please close
mine soon. These bones

are raked through. Save me
before I become Adam's

mother, dust.