A HUNDRED POEMS – III

and today I slay death — it was my way
knife & heart-blade-life
what light revealed
strength or frail: truth for a man
 and the council  those pompous twelve
 non-human  but eager  to learn things
and Earth is a grand  battlefield!  petal rose
red soil and bitter torn in dream & fear dear
lackey heart weak near  the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow old man or bag lady
do not stare this way for all had is given
move along tomorrow today the gift is given
softly   we praise Him who always gives more
those flowers in fields

:: 03-12-2014 ::

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