Begin, Begat, Begone Poem by Laurence Overmire

Begin, Begat, Begone



The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
Sucked through thin
Psychic skin
Spat 'tween
Clenched teeth
Rage released
In the stillness of a pristine moment
Cleansed
Is
The soothing elixir
...of the soul.


(Previously published in Some Words: A Place for Poetry, Nov-Dec '99)

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