Poem 10A Poem by Ethan LewisNo faith in He, we bear our pride; traversing fields less traveled by. Alone at night, we close our eyes with arms beneath unholy wives. Our collared shirts besmirch our guise -- us Gods of men with single lives. No faith in He, we say goodbye, but Father, what's it like to die?
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