sharp as a razor, soft as a prayer

He forgot his name long ago
He sleeps with his rifle,
He used to drink to forget

Sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
Of all the humiliated men on earth
the passersby avoid this one’s shadows
He wakes every day in pain, his
skin burns, his eyes hurt, his pulse races..
The white man rising up to call
down his savage God from the heavens.

©Ionwhite

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