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Lost Pilate

I am the scribe who spends my day fixing angles to a pin
yet in night dreams I spill my seed despoiling Seraphim.
I am the pilot holding fast to a course that cannot win
I am the finger on the trigger to loose the dread Sarin
but through it all I only feel this icy cold within
and pride in duty honoured, is this my greatest sin?

Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2017

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Lynn Marie Date: 4/8/2017 2:26:00 PM That you were even able to write of this atrocity Dave, is a testament to the incredible heart within you. To pen such raw emotion of personal responsibility is gut wrenching to read. Who knows the tragedies that may have occurred if you didn't step up to serve. I believe we all contribute to the 'health' of our planet. In everyday encounters, do I encourage acceptance ,understanding, patience and kindness? I am grateful for your service, I am thankful for you and your poetry. Heartbreaking write.xx Login to Reply D.W. Rodgers Date: 4/9/2017 9:36:00 AM Thanks Lynn