....A GRIEF....

It punches and punches again
and again, invisible fist with a
bloody intent, a knuckle and
duster it wears as it grows,
twisting and twisting to make
the pain slow

Cowardly bastard who'll not
show a face, spineless as
worms in a fetid dank place, a
place where no mortal might
follow or go...invisible fist with
its power on show

It punches with venom again
and again, invisible fist with
its ruthless intent, a knuckle
and duster it wears as it
grows, twisting and twisting
to make the pain slow

M P 9/6/21