Perdition
the roll of thunder
begs a nurtured cry
counting down a lightning strike
stripped silence and smothering light
dust gathers in the silhouette
tethered for a downward crawl
hopes only exit
surrenders to intrinsic
vicious and sincere is the device
a glimpse of a gleam off steal
forging shape into links
rattling the weight of a chain
graceful restricted movement
an ever enduring talent
reaches the balanced stance
for a pound of flesh
the tongue of destiny
that is where my name lies
whispers for a state of grace
how subtle is perdition
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
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