Face Down In the End
tenuous connections
porous holes
slipshod precision
damaged souls
furious, the pace
rounding the bend
a devil of a race
face down in the end
the black crow flies
the vulture thrives
countless, the lies
empty, their lives
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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