Grey wings come upon me..
arising, by the moment,
behind each bruised shoulder.
I perch
for better vantage
and observe intently, in wait
for blood-crazed behemoths to collide!
No room
or concessions for sentimentality
or dying wishes.. that
these fell beasts seem ever-ready
to trample underfoot! to
deprive the meek and
grow more their overflowing hoards.
I discern the lesser antagonist
and measure, for now,
how the enemy of an enemy is an instrument.
Rummages Across the Dead Land 
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Thank you for reading. Will check out your blog as well 🙂
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Of course! Awesome!
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This is soo great poem! 😀😀 The first lines itself hooked me!
” I perch
for better vantage
and observe intently, in wait” 👏👏
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Thank you for your kind words, and for reading.
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Welcomed! Good day! ⛅
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