Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)
AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)
Cracks fault my indigo hand
Post “D” I must not land
This bastard child, what is it worth?
My dark offspring in two past six
Is it immoral that a lad give birth?
A grand graphic scratch I wish I could nix
Arid sands form a cloud in my brain
As I rush a conclusion to this horrific quatrain