On Labor Unfold
Silvery chopstick
That kissed by the blue fire
Healed my wound of divine aspire.
Brushed in the fur of the beast,
Smothered my faith to abide
Will my soul subside?
Hot metal gripped in iron clamp,
Thy fury of fortitude of time
Of thy fate mockingly sublime.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2023
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