A thing of darkness

This thing of darkness is his huge black mole.
It has little hairs like spider's legs
and sits on his bottom where he cannot spy it,
although he proudly acknowledges that it belongs to him.

It has been seen by all his lovers, he tells me,
and so it's hardly undiscovered.
It's a landmark so imposing and I'd take a cheeky guess
some day the nasty zit will ooze and die a timely death.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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