. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Friday, December 22, 2017

Of the Hammer


Where suicide lovers leapt to that icy stone
broken heart
broken bone
they shouted, it's only the storm that's growing
swollen momma clouds engorged towing lightening
     and the sounds of the hammer against Thor's forge
I've known loss
and the pain of lives like light tossed
but this

this hurts more

They said it's only a storm passing
I said it's only destiny laughing
old friends dancing with old faces grow in their graces

the crowd settles
the curtain rustles
everyone,
please

please

everyone to your places.

TA
2016

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