Wednesday 11 July 2012

A Toast for a Strong Friend


When you hand in this fate, this flesh..this exquisite test

Stop at Hells Gate and to the Devil a challenge, “A footrace, give me your best!”

And when his bubbling percolating pride, “Agrees”

Tell him, “Through and past the pillars of Heaven, if you please”

When you catch him where he’s forbidden, spit on him, his ugliness, his sin

And sing, “You lose, I win!”

Gunner©

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