Benji Sparks


***fare

The heat wavers in the groggy aperture
I know it as my eyesight b-b-break.
The fire cools, like a phoenix dying- ashes to ashes
And then the bloody cross shall swing
And it shall swing true and scarlet- dripping
And the scarring shall stain its victims
The river runs strong as always it will
A bittersweet blush-
A victory for the baneful.

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