American Curse Poem by Danielle Cadena Deulen
American Curse
May dark soldiers lead you through the mountains.
May you find the criminal weeping in his hands.
May the scent of whiskey rise from your horses.
May you build your mansion in the sands.
May the beauty of your children be too great for kindness.
May the forest reappear when you close your eyes.
May your dogs grow wild as your heart goes tame.
May your bullet always meet with its aim.
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2/21/2026 7:20:07 AM # 1.0.0
Danielle Cadena Deulen, Depicting what humans can do to one another when evil is allowed and courted? Not quite sure but I did find it very intriguing...............................Kathy