Ballistic
what breach of faith
has time wrought?
like cannonballs
through ramparts and walls
each day bores on,
unflinchingly through page after page
of sickening drivel.
the sun contentedly wallowing
in its yellow sty turns over
without a snort.
at day's end it seeks other fields
to root and hog.
(undated 1979)
Copyright © Pastor Isaac | Year Posted 2011
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