Very interesting! Not sure how I feel about the self-censorship. I'm not even sure what the first censored word was supposed to be. When I think of thorns, I think of them pricking fingers. When I think of something being pecked, it is eyes or faces being pecked by a bird.

Nonetheless, the transition from the kicking of the butts to the brutal death of bullets, to the cold-blooded nature of the words, despite their softness, is really great, thought-provoking. It is also something different than what many sunku might otherwise be about (pastoral/peaceful/etc), which I think is a good challenge.

Take care,
Kelsey

I will say this Rula

Your Sunku and Kelsey's comment compliment each other so well
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my vote. I too, was intrigued by the self-censorship and not sure what the first one meant. As you might have seen in my previous attempts at Sunku, I also had the flavor of darkness sewn into the poem. I guess that it is the nature of our souls to push the limits and break away from tradition. I wish that you had let yourself go and just written the words that were on your mind. ~ Gee.
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