Dead Man Walking
If Pen is mightier than the sword
I am dead man walking
All of these letters, bullets.
They rip through
Skin and crush bone
Words sharp
gnaw
On
Ears
And eyes
Line after line
Cuts as paper a thousand times over
Every vowel and every consonant
Transformed into verse
Hammers
Flesh into submission
I will bleed
With each allusion
Would I have known
That in this was no healing balm
This poetry is
Idolatry
And this is my suicide
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2017
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