When Death Stands at Our Door
What more is the debt compassion requires
Syllabic Poem| The Culminating 30
When
Death stands
At
Our door,
His eyes pierce
The dark
Underground
Spaces,
Searching for
Souls lost in war.
No further chances,
No clear defense
Vindication lives
Beyond invisible
Fences of worry
Indecision, delay
Overshadowing mercy.
How …
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