Destiny Gnarrs Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Destiny Gnarrs
Trapped on a raft
headed straight toward the falls
Unable to jump
without drowning then mauled
The current unyielding
the banks close but far
New crafts sit there waiting
as destiny gnarrs
The raft builders pointing
their fingers of blame
From one to the other
in shouts that disclaim
Till that final moment
when lost in the mist
Goes down in the mayhem
— as lackeys insist
(Goodbye Joe: July,2024)
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