Death Oath


I promised a friend

barbed eyes and wire grin

I’d see him again

(though now he’s run off and severed Sanctus)


Shivering in aisles

a tether in its sway

head down and

too far into misery


I find your lips

cold and empty grin

And eyes too far off

to see

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Excellent poem, very well

Excellent poem, very well written