Perhaps a Prayer Would Have Saved You
It's almost like alchemy, isn't it, fly? You rose and you flew,
An animate thing, but one wave of my hand made you motionless,
Nothing, an object to pick up and put in the trash. Whatever life
Was, I took it from you. Does that make me some sort of god?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-08-14 at 23:02
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