The Roman Guard and His Brother

(At the Tomb) 

I never told my brother, 
That the women did anchor, 
That the scene was blacker, 
Than a black sheep bleater, 
Because I was the archer, 
Of the delinquency, the snatcher, 
So I was not an asker, 
To my mother or brother.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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