Murder in Fine Manner

monster killing

Murder in Fine Manner

You wander around hopelessness,
See it markings on a rawhide of sin,
Poke around its atmosphere,
Guiding your soul into its realm
Among a prayer in a wished holler,
Among a sword sunk deep into its hubris
You sit yourself on that blade
Bouncing around till hopelessness has gone away.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

FT Hello!

Thanks as always from one poet to another.

Regards,
Al

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Whatever it takes to rid ourselves of the monsters which lurk inside. The image of cutting is most stark. A nice piece Alfred!

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

Felt a tinge of worry the poetic mind had not surfaced for a while. Think spring!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

killing those demons inside, hopelessness slain by a prayer. or slaying ourselves to find our way out.

what a line "you sit yourself on that blade"---