The Trap-2

THE TRAP The trap is open, with the bait arguing out Its immunity with the victim somewhere In a world that flashes its sharpened sword To cut across all those rock-hard impunities You petulant preacher comment not on that, Count your days instead and collect your doom Mouth craving, head reeling, you are a sluggard You, the evening's fever on night’s forehead. I might trip once more into the trap of birth No guide is looked for, no wisdom is sought May be I'm a harlequin too wise for all this Go slow with your game. I'm no more fair game. Be sure that fine- honed day is waiting to flash In a ready demonstration of how to slash. For Charlotte's 'Free for All' contest