Nancy Ames

Rookie (November 10,1944 / Hamilton, Ontario, Canada)

The Prince - Poem by Nancy Ames

A smokescreen of language
rises from below.
the tyrant can hear
nothing but flattery.
His landscape is a mirror.

Mother loves and baby needs.
Father's courage scrapes
the edges raw,
exposes now
the naked,
reaching tip
of human knowledge.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008



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