Which Doctor

Reciting prayers,
Body splayed across the floor,
Reaching for heaven.

Knees gnarled and bent,
Mouth calloused from oration,
Hands clasped tightly shut.

Passionless faith is,
Just ceaseless recitation,
Magic doomed to fade.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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February 1, 2016 at 3:17 PM
Is it a witch doctor, or which doc??? great read... SKAT
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