When one has nothing left to dowhat does one do?
perhaps the wrong question
When one has a life to give,
what does one give?
this question tolls
relentlessly
in the bell of my head
banging left
then right
left and right
left, right
and I feel as a child
before the hammer of God
2 comments:
Wow. This is amazing. I love it. I like the motion of the poem, the back and forth ending with the hammer of God. Boom. !
Thanks Morrow. Kind words always welcome. :-)
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