Tuesday, February 18, 2020

An Irrefutable Bullet-Point to the Nape of the Neck - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

An Irrefutable Bullet-Point to the Nape of the Neck

The moon was full, the snow was deep, he died

He was pushed to his knees in the shadows
“Just for the sake of curiosity,”
He asked the cold, “How much did I get right?”
“Too much,” a supervisory voice replied

The moon was full, the snow was deep, he died

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