Ember

The ember of your smile

Darts like a saintly missive to the pancreatic voice

That is my own as I drunkenly slur

To the tuberculoid lung that I

Miss thee!  I will not be the

Only thing to be the entity that wishes

You blessed for the meek shall inhumble the

Earth.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

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