. evil it was, evil it is by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

did you dream of evil last night, for evil it was.

pocked, bleeding and dead.           back broken.

this morning the garden is damp, a mole  died

peaceably.

plans for a new path are growing, yet there was

evil.

again.

last night.

evil

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