Hot From The Forge

Bring the truth,

no ruses, a sooth

to say, ruthless,

but true. You do

what you do,

I’ll push through

the confusing

abuses and drop

the hammer of truth,

crushing, bruises

from rhymes, losing

this time? Unlikely,

but black and blue,

your lies, tricks,


hot from the forge

and ready…

a thousand folds,


a layered tool

to cut you.

© CGT, 2018.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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