The Whirlwind Review
Issue 1


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Frank Cavano

Take Not My Pen

Take not the pen from my hand
but let my foolish wordings stand
like surgeon’s hands
‘round a bare and bloodied heart.

For I am pleased to be
daylight’s slave, not free.
But evening’s span
beckons ghosts and gall
and spirits fall
midst time too tall to tend.

Take not the pen from this hand
but let my precious wordings stand
like soldier’s hands
armed against the haunted night.






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