Bite the Bullet
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet,
For he's been busted by his foe;
Dust wraps him from his head to toe
And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw?
He clacks like a little pullet.
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet.
Chosen title: Bite the bullet
Nov. 1, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet - Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ebeh
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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