Knives

Knives

A Poem by Cheavel DeLuna

Drop it, its dead.

Black verse spoken,

lymerick, lyrical.

 

Epic, edgy.

Free verse, heavy.

 

Fiends,

go down,

into darkness, into wind.

 

Understanted overbear.

Whiter, golden,

blackened armed.

 

Outside the city.

 no longer alone,

audatious soldier,

left for dead.

© 2010 Cheavel DeLuna


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Added on November 16, 2010
Last Updated on November 29, 2010
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Cheavel DeLuna
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