Left To Spew
A heartbeat beyond perception,
the verse becomes alive
Its arrow fixed, its prey in sight,
—new truth to hunt old lies
As light grows scarce, it draws its bow,
with aim both clear and true
To strike deceptions middle eye,
—the devil left to spew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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