John Weber

Rookie (April 10,1972 / Milwaukee, WI)

Withered Beast - Poem by John Weber

Rising tall
in the thicket,
cresting with
force nestled
behind matted
fur and eight
fresh gashes
scabbing
firm,
the elder
intimidates
with rattling
force only
guttural
pronouncements
designed to
instill fear

or
spark
resolve,
pivoting
an element
of battle that
shatters poise.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010



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