~ Catchers In The Rye ~A Poem by MiseryWe couldn’t be... Catchers in the rye saving Our little ones who tumble Down maculating cliffs or Are dashed on befouling rocks;
So we became... Hunters of the killers Spillers of fiendish blood Wolf stalkers in wolves’ guise Not Catchers...nay...Avengers.
--Misery © 2017 Misery |
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Added on January 28, 2017 Last Updated on January 28, 2017 Author
MiseryAZAboutJust a Lost Poet (no patrons; no diplomas; no institutions; no grants), stranded upon a heap of one thousand dog-eared poems - words born of miseries witnessed in many lives and landscapes. Regardi.. more..Writing
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