La Petite Mort Poem by Mal Sealy

La Petite Mort



Brinkmanship at borders...
Present to the last gasp...
Deaths door enraptured! ! !
Retreated gorilla tactics...
Engaged subtly.
Wasted resources, tricked expenditure!
Blindly, red raged thirst wanted-
Quenched not! !
Howl withering; whimpered away!
Forces back peddled enticingly!

Saturday, April 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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