Hunters Of Words Poem by James McLain

Pleas on finely honed ears i do pray
for the voice from the air
that will say.
Late please know found mind was never lost
as was said mind of
others do fear.
Entered door of others to render safe haven
cleft ship.
Ask of others in Black still ill of body does
effect judgement.
Somber shiftless brutter not dear conceived
with hazed mind cloven to
still deer.
Effects atomic in nature asking
thus of me to do more
than cry.