Poetry · January 2, 2017 0

The Altar

our strength lies facing
this personal piece of Hell

after breakfast, they would
take her quietly, get straight
to work doing wrong.

but you wouldn’t know this

life is knowing the lay of the land
how it stands to make
anyone other than me



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