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Not for the Weak

by Oonah V. Joslin

Not for the weak
these bloody skies,
these craggy peaks,
patrolling eyes.
Strong meat
upon the desert lies.
On shimmering heat
the dark wing flies,
silently beats
and never cries.
Heartless it eats
and never cries,
for life is sweet,
and death’s its prize.

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by W. Jack Savage

Copyright © 2017 by Oonah V. Joslin

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