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The Percussive Sun

A new collection of poetry available







Ode to Jerome David

The destructive force of war created you

Your voice, as silent as God, calling out to those you created in your in your image

They come hoping to see you delivering a new masterpiece

or picking up your junk mail

They come seeking proof of their existence

Never matching your imagination

Or your memories of the chaos and quiet of the stalag

Where you take the perpetrator for your bride

Offering her the hand of the creator who puts as much beauty in what is left out as what is put in







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