50 Silvers Poem by Martin Lochner

50 Silvers



God knows

no more
repressive civility

the Pharisee cajoling
stops now

here I am

a blunt razor

clean your face with me

it will hurt like hell but

I am grooming the truth
or at least my kernel stake of it

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