People can live in worlds unknown
as long as death machines
stay out of sight,
and grim pulses of fear
jerk our footsteps.
Grains of salt
freshen the nerves,
awake
all we are,
earned a page of breath
with a small word of gratitude
to the king Huntsman…
@Steven Francis poems 2009
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