Preamble

The hard place,
No window opens wider,
Than a poets truth.
Kind and unassuming
The rock and the hard place.

Kindred thereupon

© 2013-2019 Christopher Thompson

How Final

How final,
we follow the instructions, 
the wooden step.

Cruel to the blind who cannot speak,
the villagers who weep for the flags and sandals
They are arcs like the carnal
They are unforgiving in their caves.

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