dash
Sanctimony

 
Up on
that high

horse you
might have

trampled us
all but

what a
target you

made for
the archer

dash

Undone


He lost
his
balance

and the
world

went black

whenever
he saw

her hair
spill
down

her back

Robert West

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Robert West
would be pleased to hear them.


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