My Only Weapon Is My Pen

Death of a Spirit

Long Toes
Hold
Many Reasons
Like a Fatal Bird
That Flies In The Night

Apples Roll
Down Brick Streets
And Rot
Where They Stop
Yes Rot

A Fly
Big And Green
Lands
On Horse’s Hiney
And’s Killed
Instantaneously
By
Swat Of Tail

In A Heart
Somewhere
Swims A Fish
In Murky Blood
And Sucks Up All The Love
Yes Sucks Up All The Love

Death Of A Spirit
Death
Of A Spirit

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