One Shot
In spite of all your riches
you eschew what prophets do
Basilicas you build to self
with time but empty pews
Wealth deadly suicidal
when wielded as a gun
Whose target sits between your eyes
with one shot zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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