To each Beast
To each his own
We tread the
Light of being
No darkness
Only night
In the hearts
Of all
We
Walk the
Earth like
A lost
Army
Of ghosts
Awaiting
The caress
Of
Dawn
About R.M. Engelhardt:
R.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet & writer whose work over the last twenty some years has appeared in such journals & magazines as Rusty Truck, Thunder Sandwich, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Writer's Resist and many others.
His new book of poetry is " Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems" (Alien Buddha Press 2018) and is available on Amazon.
He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY.
www.rmengelhardt.com
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