Sunday, September 11, 2016


©  2016 Steve King
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look you
you are a boundary
no claim now
no hold upon the lands

sweet waters not for you
clouds distant
trace no shape
upon any long path

your breath shall be as dust
groans riddling the earth
unbroken by the many winds
a curse to those beyond

desires consumed in moon light
thoughts betrayed anew
bound in your candle’s glow
and there the living sacrifice
a dwelling holocaust

 A new poem for the Poetry Pantry