Merlin J. McMinn Poems

Alone on the ledge,
I await in anticipation,
poised in staunch position
as hovering masses begin their move.
...

Time Bombs were planted beneath cranial folds,
so that when the opposition exerted
enough pressure...
they'd detonate. And they did.
...

For what is want?
Except in the silence of sharing.
To have perfected such immovable foundations,
hardened by thought, tempered through ordeal;
...