Walking Toward Death
Winds blown, pock paths worn
Days cloned, mock nights torn
Time’s tone, fail hearts forlorn
Minds grown, hail brokenness born
Souls groan, hear reciprocity’s scorn
Hatred sown, fear Joshua’s Jericho horn
Hope’s hone, rich the whetting edge to mourn
Love’s Koan, Lich Gates with rubied jewels adorn
—Walking Toward Death
Winds blown, pock paths worn
Days cloned, mock nights torn
Time’s tone, fail hearts forlorn
Minds grown, hail brokenness born
Souls groan, hear reciprocity’s scorn
Hatred sown, fear Joshua’s Jericho horn
Hope’s hone, rich the whetting edge to mourn
Love’s Koan, Lich Gates with rubied jewels adorn
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor