Carnal is the knowledge of one who once was. A poets lust filed in defilement. Creature sometimes vile. Deflated football kicked when down. A pile of dust laid by the wayside. Tragedy in life of sorrow. Once was us. Now no tomorrow. Apart from two no-one knew what had gone around. In sweet release for scratch in time. No others knew what we had found. Now you are gone I still go on survival of the fittest. By ladylivvi1