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The Whirlwind Review Issue 1 Table of Contents More Poetry Previous Frank Cavano
Take Not My PenTake not the pen from my handbut 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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