Abscess Arm Poem by John Sensele

Abscess Arm



No legions of religions surpass the truth
Clean, uncorrupted, unalloyed which requires
No layers of lies betraying faith
That wolves wind when squires

Demand respect not for sinful secrets
But for veracity that saunters your city
Streets with regrets
That divorce humility and simplicity

In a setting where betting for excuses
To sample ample opportunities
To combine pluses and minuses
In order to cheat divinities

As a way to stay calm despite the harm
That's biting a conscience
Which twists your abscess arm
As disappearing deck denotes painful perseverance.

Friday, March 17, 2017
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John Sensele

John Sensele

Ndola, Zambia
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