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Poem

Nelson Linscott

One August

On a hill in the heat
You forced the vows
And lied as any
common liar
Without remorse
Without conscience
The glistening blade
Struck me without warning
I fell like a throat cut bird
fluttering
As you withdrew the blade
You hadn't noticed it
was sharpened on both sides.

NL 1 Jan 2011

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United Kingdom
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About the creator

Nelson Linscott

Maine born and raised, a product of the 1960's, liberal thinker, writer, photographer, poet, book collector, fountain pen enthusiast, amateur historian, reader, Beat Generation Follower, cancer...