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enigma
my eyes did give worship
to every hint of olive on his skin.
I whisper a Hail Mary
and surrender
to the kiss of another bullet.
his armor, amatory.
mine, antiquated.
pray,
prey.
a pair of tangled beasts
never knew such beauty.
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The City of God
In the disturbed world of today, I believe we must look to the tragedies of the past for guidance into the future. This piece is based on one of my first efforts, now many years ago.
The City of God
“It stands on a hill,” you say,
"a golden fortress, buttress to our faith,
a Heavenly Jerusalem to Rome's decay”.
Such piety is useful
to commanders of the expendable,
bu...
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