A Little SpittleA Poem by PeteIt's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. - Thoreau![]() I saw it. Plain as day. On the alley wall. "God Is Dead". Scrawled in blood. Dripping down the bricks. An undeniable flood. The only reason I saw it was because ... ... he opened my eyes by spitting in mud ... ![]() © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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