Later
Fury
gathers force,
straining my residual
gullibility.Why this pretense offered --
and accepted ?When "Let's talk"
means
"Let's not, but pretend I
didn't say that."When "Later"
grants reprieve
from here and now.Surely, Geneva sanctions
murder
and outlaws saccharine poisoning
of souls?
- January 1985 -
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