Preying on the truth
politics sets the trap
Isolating fact from fiction
always on attack
Their circles non-concentric
each area zero-sum
To tempt your fate with poison bait
—never to become
(The New Room: July, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Brilliant!
'To tempt your fate with poison bait'
the wide gap between you and me, dear poet
is exemplified perfectly in this line, see
I would have settled for 'faith'
in this great line and been happy with my gold nugget
while you
excavate deeper, to mine for those poetic diamonds...
(I read and learn)
thank you!
Very kind of you LB, thanks.
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