ILS NE PASSERONT PAS
always a grainy quality
to life’s suffering
as if one finds oneself
ground to dust and pulp
between two
milestones
hence my abrasive stance,
as self-
defeating as it
may well be
in the battle with oneself
over cheished notions
of foolish identity
let it
be war perpetual:
no surrender!
poems 2 die for 