Sunday, November 12, 2017

Poem - Near The Noose

near
the noose
beyond
the canyon
ours
wins

vast
hell
forbids
calmly
through
the blackened
moon
something
creeps
down
the horrible
prison
nobody
predicts


tender
evidence
raises

all
raises

like
the odd
hair

up
the great
praise

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