Pacing towards North, but as a CannonballA Poem by Lawrence Hardesty4.24.2021
I pace towards the corridor
At the footing of a cannonball. Fired, and calculated. But clumsy As a blast would have been. All was lost In that direction. All was destroyed. And towards North, That corridor was aimed. © 2021 Lawrence Hardesty |
Stats
51 Views
Added on April 24, 2021 Last Updated on April 24, 2021 Author
|