In the End
In The End
it doesn't really matter
shattered come across the tundra
miles from no where...
shattered glass,
across its primitive land;
caress the meat you succumb to
blazing glory fall a sleep
pushing up daisy you learned in the Navy
falling emblems in the window
cherish the gold stuck in the mold
triumphant sense...
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2019
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