Wilbur Wright
Leaves fall,
and soon will
My death.
Without a
Calamity.
Rocks thrown
by the prostitute
In my own stoning.
But I'm not worried.
My heartbeat continues,
Until I'm done
Helping with the
Paraplegic that
Was abused.
In that public
school I pretended
I knew Christ.
And like any liberal
I believe in the mission
Without consequence
And with the flowers
of forgiveness.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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