At Hand

Max Meunier

Max Meunier

you swore your lies
upon his life

and now he lay here

dying.

how it is

did fear comply

belies god’s comprehending.

blessed hands
since turned bereft

divine
no burning bushes.

left with naught
but baleful semblance

will she not remember

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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