Steven Federle

Rookie - 341 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Assassin - Poem by Steven Federle

Moving through dark
shadowy trees,
slumped center-frame,
he walked awkwardly,
his mad invective,
ineffective rage until
reaching the flag
he vaporized
into anger’s

That was his manifesto
into my reluctant eyes.

But I cannot turn away.

I must see how
anger and madness,
armed and dangerous
shatters a mind,
a judge’s wisdom,
a child’s innocence.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 30, 2011

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