Clever The Devil

Clever the Devil

Those crafty tricks

Pinching salt to the wound

Wincing for the cringe

And plucked from extended wings

Feathers built of rusted dust

Lofted to a sky too short for grace

Then crashed down among us

In some wretched glory

Fitted with just the right stuff

The stretched, split, and put together

Manifest a medicated Judy

And a most terrible Mr. Punch

Dried blood clotted to rocks

Gravel blistered from the sun

Trip the false step, and broken

Coarse, the path between us


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