New Born Poem by Bryan Riley

New Born



Shoot
Shoot from the hip
The kickoff
The big finish
Can't miss
this time
Pantomime
One black glove
closing 'round
the throat of
humanity-
Insanity,
pretenders all,
we fall
from grace
our faces scarred
and
newly torn
Newly born,
we cry
like infants,
misunderstanding
everything

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Bryan Riley

Bryan Riley

Salem, Massachusetts
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