Postmortem Excommunication

Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind Low attendance due to hassle Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX