Tuesday, July 19, 2016

scavenger of souls

In the midnight
dark-light silences
the scavenger of souls
claims his kill.
When rampant roaring
sounds its bugle clarion
the scavenger of souls
grinds his mill.
And the black dog roams
the avenues
and unmade roads’
with weighty taunts
and chain linked goads,
baring his teeth
to unguarded psyche
the good, the bad
In no sense 
are there innocents. 

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