Of Saltpeter and Soul
A line like serpent coiled round the saltpeter cart
Hoping to purchase health and healing, or
Gunfire spark
The merchant—a vendor of virtue/vice
His ware—a white wonder of alchemical craft
Dancing in light and dark
He brokers that which bridges life and death
The sales of arms secretly sent for alms...
Betwixt his quiet, a question mark
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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