there was bluish gunk on my boot
I was humble enough to pick it off
I had to relearn after the blaze
with a demonstration from my enemies
that was their revenge
almighty god I said to myself
after they had stopped the bleeding
after the house had collapsed
like a poet in tears
with a clownish, godless mouth
then it seemed happy
just as the architect had planned
ah, that was my downfall
like the martyrs I was proven by fire
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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