Rest in peace |

Rest in peace

Dear Editor:

To Jim Blanning:

What was the point of your elegant struggle?

Railing against the same venomous teat

That fed your greedy heart,

Black milk still wet on your shiny lips.

And in the end, you ran,

Lost and confused into your own illogic

Destroying the very thing your ruined mind wished to save.

Down you sank, down into the pit of deepest despair

Where even God’s light cannot reach

And now it is dark, perfectly black

And now it is silent, deathly silent

Where no living flesh can judge your deeds

May your tortured soul rest in peace.

Jay Magidson


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