![]() RevelationA Poem by PólYou speak in reverential tones a hush descends, friends prepare to fawn whilst on... and on... and on... you drone of love for your wife three kids and your good, Christian home; such a convenient lie as time and again a momentary lapse a subtle fall from grace you repeat the memory fueling evil intent as you revel, in their dispair and gloat reaching your hand to pate to seal their fate whilst stroking their hair,...casually with an outstreched claw you reveal your true self; a wolf dressed up as a lamb not of God but bereft of style, grace leering lecherously as you remember her face and womenly grace that you sought in vain to steal.
© Paul O' Neill 2013 © 2014 PólAuthor's Note
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