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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

The Sands of Jerusalem

I have never hated the sinner but
hated the cache of minor sins;
the outline of his head in the sand
-- dismissed in angry sex

we weather like people do
when what waits is zealot diehard
and everything is futile under the sun.

© by Wanda Morrow Clevenger

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013