Lords With Swords Poem by Enriquito Lucero Jr.

Lords With Swords



Never
Uttered
Fewer
Words.

Never
Mattered,
Bitter
Lords.

Hither
Battered,
Better
Swords.

Slither
Gathered,
Viewer
Heed.

Whether
Severed,
Whoever
Head.


April 29,2006

Monday, December 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: april
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