Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty

Who would want to write this poem down?
For then it would be still.

Locked in place forever bound,
which pulp and ink conceal.

Peering eyes prying in, elocution over done, piece my puzzle into life,
given breath upon the tongue.

To pick a form and nail it down, the fleeting words upon the page,
whose brief and subtle meaning lasts just below a minute’s age.

The price of living’s cost is dear
for all that live must die.

Now who would kill my poetry?
I answer you, not I.

by D. Ryan Lafferty

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