~ Catchers In The Rye ~

~ Catchers In The Rye ~

A Poem by Misery

We couldn’t be...

Catchers in the rye saving

Our little ones who tumble

Down maculating cliffs or

Are dashed on befouling rocks;




So we became...

Hunters of the killers

Spillers of fiendish blood

Wolf stalkers in wolves’ guise

Not Catchers...nay...Avengers.




--Misery

© 2017 Misery


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Added on January 28, 2017
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Misery
Misery

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Just a Lost Poet (no patrons; no diplomas; no institutions; no grants), stranded upon a heap of one thousand dog-eared poems - words born of miseries witnessed in many lives and landscapes. Regardi.. more..